(Wake up F1lthy)
F*ckin' good, I told you 'cause I hang around a bad bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no f*ck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my f*ckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat
I f*ck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A. (What?), now the bitch braggin' (Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Playboi Carti - Whole Lotta Red Album Lyrics
Playboi Carti - Whole Lotta Red Lyrics
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Jonah Abraham, Richard Ortiz
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Go2DaMoon
[Kanye West]
Do it...
Watch it...
Do it how I...
Watch it...
She ugly hot, like a chick that call you to borrow
Five hunnid, then promise she gon' pay you back tomorrow
Then left with a scammer with a Gucci hat from Marshall's
Slept with him, then woke up, saw his watch was a Fossil
Everybody wear a costume, spray a little extra perfume
YEEZYs in the stock room, that's the name, make the stock boom
Hit the club with at least ten, you in a 500, that's a cheap Benz
I promised Playboi we'd get the tape out 'fore the weekend is over
Too famous to sneak in
Wolverine in a sheep skin, I be goin' off the deep end
We here for a reason, boy, we got more to do
You text just like, "Yo," I'm like, "Yo, I been avoidin' you"
Ye Jesus gang, you correct
You always askin' for Buddha, you a Budapest (Ayy)
If they don't play this, call the DJ
This verse just shut down the freeway
Born in the A, you can't impeach Ye
The case so brief, don't bring your briefcase
[Playboi Carti]
What?
What?
What?
What?
What? (Yeah)
What?
What?
Go, go to the moon (Yeah, Carti)
Go to the moon (What?)
Go to the moon (Slatt)
Shawty tell me, what's up? (Yeah, slatt)
Got some drank in my cup (Yeah, yeah)
Got my opp in my blunt (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas try to keep up (Yeah, yeah)
In the car with my son (Yeah, yeah)
Get killed by a pump (What?)
I got a redhead (Yeah)
My vibe is tough (Okay)
I done been through a lot (Okay)
I done seen some stuff (Carti)
Everything dope
Shoutout to the bluff (What?)
Do it...
Watch it...
Do it how I...
Watch it...
She ugly hot, like a chick that call you to borrow
Five hunnid, then promise she gon' pay you back tomorrow
Then left with a scammer with a Gucci hat from Marshall's
Slept with him, then woke up, saw his watch was a Fossil
Everybody wear a costume, spray a little extra perfume
YEEZYs in the stock room, that's the name, make the stock boom
Hit the club with at least ten, you in a 500, that's a cheap Benz
I promised Playboi we'd get the tape out 'fore the weekend is over
Too famous to sneak in
Wolverine in a sheep skin, I be goin' off the deep end
We here for a reason, boy, we got more to do
You text just like, "Yo," I'm like, "Yo, I been avoidin' you"
Ye Jesus gang, you correct
You always askin' for Buddha, you a Budapest (Ayy)
If they don't play this, call the DJ
This verse just shut down the freeway
Born in the A, you can't impeach Ye
The case so brief, don't bring your briefcase
[Playboi Carti]
What?
What?
What?
What?
What? (Yeah)
What?
What?
Go, go to the moon (Yeah, Carti)
Go to the moon (What?)
Go to the moon (Slatt)
Shawty tell me, what's up? (Yeah, slatt)
Got some drank in my cup (Yeah, yeah)
Got my opp in my blunt (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas try to keep up (Yeah, yeah)
In the car with my son (Yeah, yeah)
Get killed by a pump (What?)
I got a redhead (Yeah)
My vibe is tough (Okay)
I done been through a lot (Okay)
I done seen some stuff (Carti)
Everything dope
Shoutout to the bluff (What?)
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Kanye Omari West, Tobias Dekker, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Stop Breathing
(Wake up F1lthy)
F*ckin' good, I told you 'cause I hang around a bad bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no f*ck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my f*ckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat
I f*ck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A. (What?), now the bitch braggin' (Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
F*ckin' good, I told you 'cause I hang around a bad bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no f*ck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my f*ckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat
I f*ck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A. (What?), now the bitch braggin' (Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Pierre Thevenot, Richard Ortiz, Thomas Ross
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Beno!
(Wake up F1lthy)
F*ckin' good, I told you 'cause I hang around a bad bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no f*ck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my f*ckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat
I f*ck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A. (What?), now the bitch braggin' (Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
F*ckin' good, I told you 'cause I hang around a bad bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no f*ck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my f*ckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat
I f*ck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A. (What?), now the bitch braggin' (Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Writer: Jalan Anthony Lowe, Jordan Carter, Tobias Dekker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
JumpOutTheHouse
(Wake up F1lthy)
F*ckin' good, I told you 'cause I hang around a bad bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no f*ck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my f*ckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat
I f*ck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A. (What?), now the bitch braggin' (Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
F*ckin' good, I told you 'cause I hang around a bad bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no f*ck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my f*ckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat
I f*ck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A. (What?), now the bitch braggin' (Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Tony Sun
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
M3tamorphosis
(Wake up F1lthy)
F*ckin' good, I told you 'cause I hang around a bad bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no f*ck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my f*ckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat
I f*ck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A. (What?), now the bitch braggin' (Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
F*ckin' good, I told you 'cause I hang around a bad bitch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch)
I got some racks, yeah (Bitch)
I got some bags, yeah (Bitch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my dick (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them drugs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the thot (What?), yeah, I don't give no f*ck (What?)
I won't stress about a bitch (What?), that's not my slut (What?)
These niggas beefin' over hoes (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my f*ckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat
I f*ck that bitch in a wagon (What?)
I f*ck that bitch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that bitch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the bitch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A. (What?), now the bitch braggin' (Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Writer: Gabriel Rousseau, Jordan Terell Carter, Richard Ortiz, Scott Mescudi
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Slay3r
Everywhere I go, I get paper (What?)
Everywhere I go, I get paper (What? Slatt, slatt)
I'm a rockstar, I could've joined Slayer (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar)
Got the drum in the car, that bitch a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get put in a box for f*ckin' with a player (What? Yeah, yeah)
AR in the box, it came with a laser (What? Yeah)
I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I f*ck on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah)
I go ball on that bitch, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah)
Can't start with the bitch, I link another one later (What?)
I gotta get it together (You dig?)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
What? What?
Whole lotta mob shit
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest
Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s
I caught a body and went on vacation
She suckin' my dick, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo)
I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin'
I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo)
I'm f*ckin' these bitches, I'm f*ckin' these bitches
I gave her some money to put in her safe (Woo, woo)
I popped me a molly and now I feel faded
Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo)
This nigga tried me and all of them hatin' (Yeah, yeah)
I'm f*ckin' this bitch, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)
I gotta get it together (You dig?)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
What? What? (What?)
Whole lotta mob shit (Woo, woo)
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? What?)
Everywhere I go, I get paper (What? Slatt, slatt)
I'm a rockstar, I could've joined Slayer (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar)
Got the drum in the car, that bitch a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get put in a box for f*ckin' with a player (What? Yeah, yeah)
AR in the box, it came with a laser (What? Yeah)
I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I f*ck on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah)
I go ball on that bitch, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah)
Can't start with the bitch, I link another one later (What?)
I gotta get it together (You dig?)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
What? What?
Whole lotta mob shit
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest
Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s
I caught a body and went on vacation
She suckin' my dick, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo)
I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin'
I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo)
I'm f*ckin' these bitches, I'm f*ckin' these bitches
I gave her some money to put in her safe (Woo, woo)
I popped me a molly and now I feel faded
Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo)
This nigga tried me and all of them hatin' (Yeah, yeah)
I'm f*ckin' this bitch, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)
I gotta get it together (You dig?)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)
What? What? (What?)
Whole lotta mob shit (Woo, woo)
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
What? Let's go, let's go
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob shit
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? What?)
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Jeffery Lawrence Shannon, Roark Bailey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
No Sl33p
Bah, bah, bah (what?)
Bah, bah, bah (go, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (bah, bah, bah, go, what? what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder
I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (yeah, yeah)
I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (what? What? Slatt)
I stay inside posted with my Drac' (homicide, yeah)
I stay inside posted with my Drac' (slatt, bah, bah, bah)
Gotta stay on point, can't make mistakes (yeah, yeah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Can't f*ck with nobody, these niggas fake (bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Got hoes in the lobby, I'm finna take (bah, bah, bah, bah)
Got to pop outside, they want the TEC (bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, bah, bah, bah, bah)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, what? What?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, go, bah, bah, bah, bah, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, bah, bah, bah, bah, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (yeah, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (bah, bah)
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah (go, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (bah, bah, bah, go, what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (bah, bah, bah, go, what? what?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, go, go, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder
I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (yeah, yeah)
I can't go nowhere without my Drac' (what? What? Slatt)
I stay inside posted with my Drac' (homicide, yeah)
I stay inside posted with my Drac' (slatt, bah, bah, bah)
Gotta stay on point, can't make mistakes (yeah, yeah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Can't f*ck with nobody, these niggas fake (bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
Got hoes in the lobby, I'm finna take (bah, bah, bah, bah)
Got to pop outside, they want the TEC (bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, bah, bah, bah, bah)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, what? What?)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, go, bah, bah, bah, bah, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (go, bah, bah, bah, bah, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (yeah, let's go)
When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (bah, bah)
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Kenneth Pannu
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
New Tank
(Wake up, F1lthy)
Yeah, I'm in the coupe with a cutter, yeah, sippin' on Wock' (what?)
Yeah, posted with my bro, yeah, he got a mop (what? Yeah)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (what? Yeah)
Posted with my brother (brother), yeah, he got a mop (what? Slatt)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop
I'm robbin' the bank (bank, yeah)
I'm robbin' the bank (bank, yeah)
I ride in the tank (tank, yeah)
I ride in the tank (tank, yeah)
My bitch, she got cake (cake, what?)
My bitch, she got cake (cake, what?)
We stay in the house, uh
Can't leave out the place (slatt, slatt)
I just caught a case (slatt, what?)
Got dirt on my face (slatt)
Got tats on my face (slatt, slatt)
I'm servin' that base (yeah)
I'm servin' that base (base, yeah)
I'm servin' that base (base, yeah)
I got me some thots (thots, thots)
They thought I was gay (slatt, woah, woah)
Lamborghini parked outside, it's purple like lean (woah, woah)
Lamborghini parked outside, it's purple like lean (woah, yeah)
I'm tryna f*ck on a thot and sip on some lean (lean, blatt, what?)
I'm tryna f*ck on a thot and sip on some lean (what?)
I love all my thots and codeine (thots, codeine)
I love all my thots and codeine (yeah, yeah)
I'm a Rockstar, bitch, this what I bleed
Nigga tryna play me, I'ma make him bleed
Yeah, I'm in the coupe with a cutter, yeah, sippin' on Wock' (what?)
Yeah, posted with my bro, yeah, he got a mop (what? What?)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (what?)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (what? Slatt)
Yeah, I'm in the coupe with a cutter, yeah, sippin' on Wock' (what?)
Yeah, posted with my bro, yeah, he got a mop (what? Yeah)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (what? Yeah)
Posted with my brother (brother), yeah, he got a mop (what? Slatt)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop
I'm robbin' the bank (bank, yeah)
I'm robbin' the bank (bank, yeah)
I ride in the tank (tank, yeah)
I ride in the tank (tank, yeah)
My bitch, she got cake (cake, what?)
My bitch, she got cake (cake, what?)
We stay in the house, uh
Can't leave out the place (slatt, slatt)
I just caught a case (slatt, what?)
Got dirt on my face (slatt)
Got tats on my face (slatt, slatt)
I'm servin' that base (yeah)
I'm servin' that base (base, yeah)
I'm servin' that base (base, yeah)
I got me some thots (thots, thots)
They thought I was gay (slatt, woah, woah)
Lamborghini parked outside, it's purple like lean (woah, woah)
Lamborghini parked outside, it's purple like lean (woah, yeah)
I'm tryna f*ck on a thot and sip on some lean (lean, blatt, what?)
I'm tryna f*ck on a thot and sip on some lean (what?)
I love all my thots and codeine (thots, codeine)
I love all my thots and codeine (yeah, yeah)
I'm a Rockstar, bitch, this what I bleed
Nigga tryna play me, I'ma make him bleed
Yeah, I'm in the coupe with a cutter, yeah, sippin' on Wock' (what?)
Yeah, posted with my bro, yeah, he got a mop (what? What?)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (what?)
Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (what? Slatt)
Writer: Jonah Abraham, Jordan Terrell Carter, Richard Ortiz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Teen X
Pluto
We on the X, we on the Codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the Codeine
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (woo, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (hold up, talkin' 'bout)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (yeah, talkin' 'bout)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the Codeine
I just broke up with my bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done fell in love with X (yeah, yeah, woah, yeah)
And I put up with them sticks (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He gon' lose his last breath (yeah, woo, woo, woo)
Racks on my baby (hold on, hold on)
She wanna get Mercedes (woo, woo, woo)
I just smashed on my bitch (yeah, yeah, woo)
Now I got her on some other shit (yeah, woo, woo, woo)
'Bout to pack these pills, tryna chop this molly, huh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm gon' be leanin', waitin' in the lobby (woo)
I just seen that bitch at the airport (yeah)
I smoked that bitch just like Newport (yeah, yeah, yeah, got money)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (cough syrup, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (crazy, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, woo)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo)
Spent a hundred fifty thousand on the lingerie (ayy, ayy)
I been on X, I been on Codeine
Spent a hundred fifty thousand on the lingerie (find me, nigga)
I been on X, I been on Codeine (talkin' 'bout, ayy)
Draco loaded, ooh, swiss cheese (Draco, brrt)
Don't f*ck the bitch, she the police (f*ck that bitch)
Bitch, I lie on the pussy, ho, please (talkin' 'bout)
I popped the X pill, drank gon' ruin me (talkin' 'bout)
Rockin' this shit better than Billie Jean
Pop some X, drink some Codeine (I get high tonight)
Pour another, Percocet, bitch, I can't feel my knees (woo, shit)
I'm startin' to feel like a rich dope fiend (shit)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the coco
Codeine, uh (yeah, yeah), Codeine, uh (yeah)
Codeine, uh (yeah), Codeine, uh (yeah)
I got a lean gut, I got some money up (yeah)
I got the cocaine (uh), Codeine up (ah, blatt)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, ooh)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, ooh)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, woo, ooh)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, ooh)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (Pluto)
We on the X, we on the Codeine
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (woo, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (hold up, talkin' 'bout)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (yeah, talkin' 'bout)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the Codeine
I just broke up with my bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done fell in love with X (yeah, yeah, woah, yeah)
And I put up with them sticks (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He gon' lose his last breath (yeah, woo, woo, woo)
Racks on my baby (hold on, hold on)
She wanna get Mercedes (woo, woo, woo)
I just smashed on my bitch (yeah, yeah, woo)
Now I got her on some other shit (yeah, woo, woo, woo)
'Bout to pack these pills, tryna chop this molly, huh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm gon' be leanin', waitin' in the lobby (woo)
I just seen that bitch at the airport (yeah)
I smoked that bitch just like Newport (yeah, yeah, yeah, got money)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (cough syrup, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (crazy, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, woo)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, woo)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo)
Spent a hundred fifty thousand on the lingerie (ayy, ayy)
I been on X, I been on Codeine
Spent a hundred fifty thousand on the lingerie (find me, nigga)
I been on X, I been on Codeine (talkin' 'bout, ayy)
Draco loaded, ooh, swiss cheese (Draco, brrt)
Don't f*ck the bitch, she the police (f*ck that bitch)
Bitch, I lie on the pussy, ho, please (talkin' 'bout)
I popped the X pill, drank gon' ruin me (talkin' 'bout)
Rockin' this shit better than Billie Jean
Pop some X, drink some Codeine (I get high tonight)
Pour another, Percocet, bitch, I can't feel my knees (woo, shit)
I'm startin' to feel like a rich dope fiend (shit)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the coco
Codeine, uh (yeah, yeah), Codeine, uh (yeah)
Codeine, uh (yeah), Codeine, uh (yeah)
I got a lean gut, I got some money up (yeah)
I got the cocaine (uh), Codeine up (ah, blatt)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah)
I'm on the X, I'm on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, ooh)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (yeah, yeah, ooh)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, woo, ooh)
We on the X, we on the Codeine (woo, ooh)
Writer: Jamaal Talib Henry, Jordan Terrell Carter, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Vamp Anthem
When them vamps outside, lil' bitch, you better be ready
When the guns outside, lil' bitch, you better be ready
When the stars align, lil' bitch, you better be ready
I won't take my time, lil' bitch, you know I'm ready
I want it right now, lil' bitch, you know I'm ready (go! Yeah)
My flag the same color as cranberry (cranberry)
You come 'round by my gang, it's Hail Mary
Them niggas not no thugs, they some fairies (yeah, yeah)
I'm playing with them birds like I'm Larry (yeah, yeah)
We pop right by the curb, they can't tell it (yeah)
I'm smoking on them herbs you can smell it (yeah)
This bag I got all orange like a felon (yeah)
My bitch, she say she want me, niggas tellin'
We caught him on the block, we topped his melon (yeah)
We push up to your spot like it's nothin' (yeah)
Free all them young niggas, free Young Melvin (yeah)
Free all them young niggas, free my cousin (okay, yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas always bluffin'
Pump fake, nigga, you ain't tough (yeah)
I swear to God if I tote that bitch I'ma hit that boy (baow, baow)
I swear to God, I just play with pussy, I don't play with boys (baow, baow)
You come 'round by my gang, we gon' let them bullets fly (yeah)
I been sippin' on codeine, I got pink eyes (yeah)
.223 gon' hit him up, he done got hypnotized (baow)
I done made a mil' in a white tee but I ain't Franchize (baow)
These niggas be the new bitches, they just dick ride (slatt)
I done called her to the hotel, she left me paralyzed (uh)
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (yeah)
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (yeah)
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (yeah)
Vamp, uh, vamp, uh
Vamp, yeah, vamp, uh
Vamp, uh, vamp, yeah
Vamp, vamp
Vamp, uh, vamp, uh
Vamp, uh, vamp, uh
Vamp, vamp, uh
Vamp
When the guns outside, lil' bitch, you better be ready
When the stars align, lil' bitch, you better be ready
I won't take my time, lil' bitch, you know I'm ready
I want it right now, lil' bitch, you know I'm ready (go! Yeah)
My flag the same color as cranberry (cranberry)
You come 'round by my gang, it's Hail Mary
Them niggas not no thugs, they some fairies (yeah, yeah)
I'm playing with them birds like I'm Larry (yeah, yeah)
We pop right by the curb, they can't tell it (yeah)
I'm smoking on them herbs you can smell it (yeah)
This bag I got all orange like a felon (yeah)
My bitch, she say she want me, niggas tellin'
We caught him on the block, we topped his melon (yeah)
We push up to your spot like it's nothin' (yeah)
Free all them young niggas, free Young Melvin (yeah)
Free all them young niggas, free my cousin (okay, yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas always bluffin'
Pump fake, nigga, you ain't tough (yeah)
I swear to God if I tote that bitch I'ma hit that boy (baow, baow)
I swear to God, I just play with pussy, I don't play with boys (baow, baow)
You come 'round by my gang, we gon' let them bullets fly (yeah)
I been sippin' on codeine, I got pink eyes (yeah)
.223 gon' hit him up, he done got hypnotized (baow)
I done made a mil' in a white tee but I ain't Franchize (baow)
These niggas be the new bitches, they just dick ride (slatt)
I done called her to the hotel, she left me paralyzed (uh)
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (yeah)
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (yeah)
Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (yeah)
Vamp, uh, vamp, uh
Vamp, yeah, vamp, uh
Vamp, uh, vamp, yeah
Vamp, vamp
Vamp, uh, vamp, uh
Vamp, uh, vamp, uh
Vamp, vamp, uh
Vamp
Writer: Jasper Lee Harris, Jordan Terrell Carter, Kenneth Pannu
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
New N3on
(That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)
(Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat)
Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (whole lotta flex, slatt)
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (slatt, slatt)
Young nigga got swag, hold up (got swag)
Gotta wave my flag, hold up (wave my flag)
Got a bitch in the back, yeah (bitch in the back)
Play with them racks, yeah (slatt)
Iced-out plaque, yeah (slatt)
Heart attack, yeah, yeah (heart attack)
Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (hold up)
AP wrist, hold up, uh (hold up)
Too much gas, hold up, uh
Take this pic, yeah (take this pic)
Swag for days, hold up (days, ayy)
Plays on plays, hold up, uh (yeah)
Jays on jays, hold up (ayy, ayy)
Bag full of haze, hold up (blatt, blatt)
In the back with your bitch, hold up (back with your bitch)
In a drop-top Benz, hold up (skrrt)
You gotta let shawty in (slatt, slatt)
Make shawty top ten, hold up (top ten)
I made a bitch count ten, hold up (what?)
I met a bitch through a DM (slatt, slatt)
On the block with the D on (D on, D on)
Hellcat look neon (Hellcat)
Tryna see what we on (hold up, yeah)
Told that bitch to put the V on (put the V on)
Dripped down, got the flee on (got the flee on)
I got these hoes on VLONE (VLONE, slatt)
Got a girl with the neon, huh (VLONE, tech)
Everything all neon (yeah, yeah)
And she rockin' all neon (slatt, slatt)
And she wearin' all neon (slatt)
Run it up like Deion
Sippin' Tech, eat key lime (Tech, Tech)
And my swag so beyond
Put the bag on a peon (slatt, slime)
(Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat)
Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (whole lotta flex, slatt)
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (slatt, slatt)
Young nigga got swag, hold up (got swag)
Gotta wave my flag, hold up (wave my flag)
Got a bitch in the back, yeah (bitch in the back)
Play with them racks, yeah (yeah)
Iced-out plaque, yeah (slatt)
Heart attack, yeah, yeah (heart attack)
Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (hold up)
AP wrist, hold up, uh
Too much gas, hold up, uh
Take this pic, yeah (take this pic)
(Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat)
Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (whole lotta flex, slatt)
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (slatt, slatt)
Young nigga got swag, hold up (got swag)
Gotta wave my flag, hold up (wave my flag)
Got a bitch in the back, yeah (bitch in the back)
Play with them racks, yeah (slatt)
Iced-out plaque, yeah (slatt)
Heart attack, yeah, yeah (heart attack)
Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (hold up)
AP wrist, hold up, uh (hold up)
Too much gas, hold up, uh
Take this pic, yeah (take this pic)
Swag for days, hold up (days, ayy)
Plays on plays, hold up, uh (yeah)
Jays on jays, hold up (ayy, ayy)
Bag full of haze, hold up (blatt, blatt)
In the back with your bitch, hold up (back with your bitch)
In a drop-top Benz, hold up (skrrt)
You gotta let shawty in (slatt, slatt)
Make shawty top ten, hold up (top ten)
I made a bitch count ten, hold up (what?)
I met a bitch through a DM (slatt, slatt)
On the block with the D on (D on, D on)
Hellcat look neon (Hellcat)
Tryna see what we on (hold up, yeah)
Told that bitch to put the V on (put the V on)
Dripped down, got the flee on (got the flee on)
I got these hoes on VLONE (VLONE, slatt)
Got a girl with the neon, huh (VLONE, tech)
Everything all neon (yeah, yeah)
And she rockin' all neon (slatt, slatt)
And she wearin' all neon (slatt)
Run it up like Deion
Sippin' Tech, eat key lime (Tech, Tech)
And my swag so beyond
Put the bag on a peon (slatt, slime)
(Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat)
Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (whole lotta flex, slatt)
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (slatt, slatt)
Young nigga got swag, hold up (got swag)
Gotta wave my flag, hold up (wave my flag)
Got a bitch in the back, yeah (bitch in the back)
Play with them racks, yeah (yeah)
Iced-out plaque, yeah (slatt)
Heart attack, yeah, yeah (heart attack)
Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (hold up)
AP wrist, hold up, uh
Too much gas, hold up, uh
Take this pic, yeah (take this pic)
Writer: Jamaal Talib Henry, Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Control
Where my Carti fans at?
One of the most loyal, most dedicated fanbases I've seen in a while
They wait patiently, patiently, patiently, patiently
I had to damn near sell my soul for this information
The illuminati owns a part of me
What I also found out, Kanye West is executive producer
Along with Matthew Williams who work at Givenchy
So maybe that will make sense, some of the pictures he been postin' recently
That's reason why he said he got a gift for y'all
Nigga, he's Santa
That's the gift, nigga
Okay? This year been horrible
And to be honest, from what I'm hearin'
Expect a blessing (yeah)
Ha (what? What? Ayy)
Ooh (what? What? Slatt)
Ha (what? What? What? What? What? Yeah)
Ooh (what? What? What? What? What?)
Ever since I met you, ooh (what? What? What? Oh yeah)
Ever since I met you, ooh (what? What? What?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Bitch, I'm not a stalker (oh, slatt)
But baby, I always watch you (what? Ooh)
I only want the best for you (what? What?)
I cure your love like a doctor
Tell me what you want me to do (woah, yeah)
Tell me what you want me to do (slatt)
I can wear a business suit and speak proper (proper)
Or I can put a hundred niggas on and buy them choppers (choppers)
See, 'round my parts of town, that's how we get down (what?)
I'm from Fulton County, lil' bitch, that's no cap now (yeah)
I went to school with some robbers and some killers
And half of them niggas dead or in jail
But f*ck it, they my niggas (yeah)
Basically, what I'm sayin' is, I can't change, but
But for you, I would do things and (ooh)
Maybe one day I'd get on my knees and give you a diamond ring, uh
All sorts of things, yeah (yeah)
All sorts of things, yeah (oh)
I'll sort some things out
Ooh, you got me turned out
Ha (what? What? Ayy)
Ooh (what? What? Slatt)
Ha (what? What? What? What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (what? What? What? What? What? What?)
Ever since I met you, ooh (what? What? What? Oh yeah)
Ever since I met you, ooh (what? What? What?)
Girl, I been losin' control (ayy)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (for you)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (for you)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
One of the most loyal, most dedicated fanbases I've seen in a while
They wait patiently, patiently, patiently, patiently
I had to damn near sell my soul for this information
The illuminati owns a part of me
What I also found out, Kanye West is executive producer
Along with Matthew Williams who work at Givenchy
So maybe that will make sense, some of the pictures he been postin' recently
That's reason why he said he got a gift for y'all
Nigga, he's Santa
That's the gift, nigga
Okay? This year been horrible
And to be honest, from what I'm hearin'
Expect a blessing (yeah)
Ha (what? What? Ayy)
Ooh (what? What? Slatt)
Ha (what? What? What? What? What? Yeah)
Ooh (what? What? What? What? What?)
Ever since I met you, ooh (what? What? What? Oh yeah)
Ever since I met you, ooh (what? What? What?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Bitch, I'm not a stalker (oh, slatt)
But baby, I always watch you (what? Ooh)
I only want the best for you (what? What?)
I cure your love like a doctor
Tell me what you want me to do (woah, yeah)
Tell me what you want me to do (slatt)
I can wear a business suit and speak proper (proper)
Or I can put a hundred niggas on and buy them choppers (choppers)
See, 'round my parts of town, that's how we get down (what?)
I'm from Fulton County, lil' bitch, that's no cap now (yeah)
I went to school with some robbers and some killers
And half of them niggas dead or in jail
But f*ck it, they my niggas (yeah)
Basically, what I'm sayin' is, I can't change, but
But for you, I would do things and (ooh)
Maybe one day I'd get on my knees and give you a diamond ring, uh
All sorts of things, yeah (yeah)
All sorts of things, yeah (oh)
I'll sort some things out
Ooh, you got me turned out
Ha (what? What? Ayy)
Ooh (what? What? Slatt)
Ha (what? What? What? What? What? Ayy)
Ooh (what? What? What? What? What? What?)
Ever since I met you, ooh (what? What? What? Oh yeah)
Ever since I met you, ooh (what? What? What?)
Girl, I been losin' control (ayy)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (for you)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (for you)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Girl, I been losin' control (what?)
Writer: Anton Martin Mendo, Jordan Terrell Carter, Tobias Dekker, Yung Yean Cho
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Punk Monk
Ayy, punk monk
Ayy, yeah
What?
Know your gang, know your gang (what? What?)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? Ayy, what?)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? What?)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? Yeah)
One thing I hate the most (slatt)
One thing I hate the most (oh yeah)
Is some friendly-ass niggas (yeah)
Some friendly-ass niggas (what?)
Some friendly-ass niggas (woah)
Some friendly-ass niggas (woah)
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (yeah)
Don't talk to me (ayy)
Don't talk to me
Them niggas not with us (us, what?)
Them niggas not with us (what? What?)
Them niggas not with us (what? What? Uh, what?)
I told my brother yesterday, uh (uh)
I had every chance to sign all the young niggas
But I was in my bag (bag, bag)
Really, I don't worry about these niggas (what? No)
I was tryna sign Trippie Redd before they knew about Trippie
I was f*ckin' with Lil Keed when he made lil' "blicky" (blicky)
I thought I had Pi'erre, but the label tricked me (what?)
They tried to turn me into a white boy, but I'm not Lil Dicky
I remember I used to follow KEY! And ManMan Savage
Ridin' 'round the hood, I was ridin' with the ratchet (what?)
Lil Tjay was my shooter, but they turned that boy against me (what?)
But OG said, "Hold that shit down," so I ain't trippin' (yeah)
I was in Paris when Offset and Uzi started hittin'
And I had to stay out that shit because that ain't none my business (yeah)
I just worry 'bout me (uh, me)
I just worry 'bout me (what? What?)
I gotta worry 'bout me (what? What? What? What?)
I gotta worry 'bout me (what? What? What? What?)
Why? (why? Yeah, yeah, yeah), oh
I'm not friendly at all (what?)
I don't even want these niggas on my song (no)
I don't even need these niggas on my song (no doubt)
I don't rap, I write poems (what?)
If you think you an ape, bitch, then I'm King Kong (woah)
If you know you great, bitch, then this your song (what? What?)
We are great (yeah, what? What? Yeah)
The greatest, yeah (what? Uh, what?)
We are great (what? What?)
The greatest (yeah, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you not gang
You turn into a hater
Know your gang, know your gang (pussy)
Know your gang, know your gang (pussy bitch, ayy)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? What?)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? What? What? God, yeah)
One thing I hate the most (yeah, yeah, yeah)
One thing I hate the most (oh yeah)
It's some friendly-ass niggas (yeah)
Some friendly-ass niggas (what?)
Some friendly-ass niggas (what?)
Some friendly-ass niggas (what?)
Don't talk to me (don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't talk to me (don't talk, ayy, yeah)
Don't talk to me (ayy, ayy, yeah)
Them niggas not with us (what? Us, us, what?)
Them niggas not with us (what? What?)
Them niggas not with us (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, what?)
Ayy, yeah
What?
Know your gang, know your gang (what? What?)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? Ayy, what?)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? What?)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? Yeah)
One thing I hate the most (slatt)
One thing I hate the most (oh yeah)
Is some friendly-ass niggas (yeah)
Some friendly-ass niggas (what?)
Some friendly-ass niggas (woah)
Some friendly-ass niggas (woah)
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (yeah)
Don't talk to me (ayy)
Don't talk to me
Them niggas not with us (us, what?)
Them niggas not with us (what? What?)
Them niggas not with us (what? What? Uh, what?)
I told my brother yesterday, uh (uh)
I had every chance to sign all the young niggas
But I was in my bag (bag, bag)
Really, I don't worry about these niggas (what? No)
I was tryna sign Trippie Redd before they knew about Trippie
I was f*ckin' with Lil Keed when he made lil' "blicky" (blicky)
I thought I had Pi'erre, but the label tricked me (what?)
They tried to turn me into a white boy, but I'm not Lil Dicky
I remember I used to follow KEY! And ManMan Savage
Ridin' 'round the hood, I was ridin' with the ratchet (what?)
Lil Tjay was my shooter, but they turned that boy against me (what?)
But OG said, "Hold that shit down," so I ain't trippin' (yeah)
I was in Paris when Offset and Uzi started hittin'
And I had to stay out that shit because that ain't none my business (yeah)
I just worry 'bout me (uh, me)
I just worry 'bout me (what? What?)
I gotta worry 'bout me (what? What? What? What?)
I gotta worry 'bout me (what? What? What? What?)
Why? (why? Yeah, yeah, yeah), oh
I'm not friendly at all (what?)
I don't even want these niggas on my song (no)
I don't even need these niggas on my song (no doubt)
I don't rap, I write poems (what?)
If you think you an ape, bitch, then I'm King Kong (woah)
If you know you great, bitch, then this your song (what? What?)
We are great (yeah, what? What? Yeah)
The greatest, yeah (what? Uh, what?)
We are great (what? What?)
The greatest (yeah, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you not gang
You turn into a hater
Know your gang, know your gang (pussy)
Know your gang, know your gang (pussy bitch, ayy)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? What?)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? What? What? God, yeah)
One thing I hate the most (yeah, yeah, yeah)
One thing I hate the most (oh yeah)
It's some friendly-ass niggas (yeah)
Some friendly-ass niggas (what?)
Some friendly-ass niggas (what?)
Some friendly-ass niggas (what?)
Don't talk to me (don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't talk to me (don't talk, ayy, yeah)
Don't talk to me (ayy, ayy, yeah)
Them niggas not with us (what? Us, us, what?)
Them niggas not with us (what? What?)
Them niggas not with us (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, what?)
Writer: Jordan Carter, Pierre Thevenot, Richard Ortiz, Stefan Cismigiu
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
On That Time
(What?)
(What? What? What?)
Push up (what? What?)
Push up (woo)
Push up, yeah (woo)
Push up (what? Woo)
Push (yeah)
Push (slatt)
Push (blatt)
Uh, ridin' 'round town with the Draco, bih
D-R-A-C-O, yeah (woo, woo)
Ridin' 'round town with the Draco, bih
D-R-A-C-O, yeah
D-R-A-C-O (yeah), D-R-A-C-O (yeah)
D-R-A-C-O (yeah), D-R-A-C-O
I got a Draco in my bookbag, lil' bitch (yeah, woo)
That motherf*cker got a kickback on it (yeah, woo)
That motherf*cker got a kickback on it (yeah, woo)
And I put this on Onyx, I'ma leave my opp in the cement
Lay that bitch down in the yard like a picnic
He even ain't got no gun, how the f*ck he flexin'?
We gon' push up, bitch, lil' bitch
We gon' push up, bitch, lil' bitch (pull up)
And I'm takin' shit
Ain't no reasonin' (huh), ain't no fixin' shit
Every day my birthday, so I made a wish
Every day my birthday, so she suck my dick (woo, woo)
Right now (what? What?), right now (woo, woo)
Hold this shit down, hold this shit down
Bitch, I'm a king, but I'm tryna put on my crown
Hold this shit down
Push up
Push up (I just)
Push up, yeah (woo, woo)
Push up (what?)
Push (woo, woo)
Push (slatt)
Push (slatt)
Uh, ridin' 'round town with the Draco, bih
D-R-A-C-O, yeah (wah)
Ridin' 'round town with the Draco, bih (Draco, Draco)
D-R-A-C-O, yeah
D-R-A-C-O (ridin' 'round), D-R-A-C-O (what? What? Yeah)
D-R-A-C-O (woo, woo), D-R-A-C-O (woo, woo)
(What? What? What?)
Push up (what? What?)
Push up (woo)
Push up, yeah (woo)
Push up (what? Woo)
Push (yeah)
Push (slatt)
Push (blatt)
Uh, ridin' 'round town with the Draco, bih
D-R-A-C-O, yeah (woo, woo)
Ridin' 'round town with the Draco, bih
D-R-A-C-O, yeah
D-R-A-C-O (yeah), D-R-A-C-O (yeah)
D-R-A-C-O (yeah), D-R-A-C-O
I got a Draco in my bookbag, lil' bitch (yeah, woo)
That motherf*cker got a kickback on it (yeah, woo)
That motherf*cker got a kickback on it (yeah, woo)
And I put this on Onyx, I'ma leave my opp in the cement
Lay that bitch down in the yard like a picnic
He even ain't got no gun, how the f*ck he flexin'?
We gon' push up, bitch, lil' bitch
We gon' push up, bitch, lil' bitch (pull up)
And I'm takin' shit
Ain't no reasonin' (huh), ain't no fixin' shit
Every day my birthday, so I made a wish
Every day my birthday, so she suck my dick (woo, woo)
Right now (what? What?), right now (woo, woo)
Hold this shit down, hold this shit down
Bitch, I'm a king, but I'm tryna put on my crown
Hold this shit down
Push up
Push up (I just)
Push up, yeah (woo, woo)
Push up (what?)
Push (woo, woo)
Push (slatt)
Push (slatt)
Uh, ridin' 'round town with the Draco, bih
D-R-A-C-O, yeah (wah)
Ridin' 'round town with the Draco, bih (Draco, Draco)
D-R-A-C-O, yeah
D-R-A-C-O (ridin' 'round), D-R-A-C-O (what? What? Yeah)
D-R-A-C-O (woo, woo), D-R-A-C-O (woo, woo)
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Mark Williams, Raul Cubina, Richard Ortiz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
King Vamp
Slatt, slatt
Yeah (open that shit up, slatt)
Rockstar bitch, you already know that
Yeah (slatt), ayy, okay
Slatt, slatt (yeah), slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt (yeah), slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah), yeah
What? What? (Whole Lotta Red)
Yeah
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that's me
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that's me
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep (yeah)
I fly in the sky, I got wings on my feet (yeah)
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
Zombie (yeah)
Uh, shawty told me that she been lookin' for me (talkin' 'bout, yeah, talkin' 'bout)
Bitch, I meant wildin' on it
I been ballin' harder since the death of Kobe
I'm so close to the fire, I got a nosebleed
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (show what?)
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me
I just called my label up, I think they owe me (I don't care)
I just called my label up, I think they owe me (yeah, racks)
I been on the codeine (Whole Lotta Red)
I been movin' slowly (Whole Lotta Red)
Can't let a nigga hold me
Bitch, I'm a OG
I got older, I got bright
I got older (old, yeah), I got wise (wise, yeah)
I got older (yeah), I got wise (wise)
I got fat pockets, but my jeans tight (tight, tight)
Keep that gun on me, bitch, I won't fight (pop it)
Keep that stick on me, bitch, I won't fight, yeah
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that's me
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P (what? What? Go, what?)
Yeah, that's me
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep (yeah)
I fly in the sky, I got wings on my feet (yeah)
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
(What? What? What? What?)
(What? What? What? What?)
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep, yeah
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep, yeah
Yeah (open that shit up, slatt)
Rockstar bitch, you already know that
Yeah (slatt), ayy, okay
Slatt, slatt (yeah), slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt (yeah), slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah), yeah
What? What? (Whole Lotta Red)
Yeah
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that's me
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that's me
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep (yeah)
I fly in the sky, I got wings on my feet (yeah)
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
Zombie (yeah)
Uh, shawty told me that she been lookin' for me (talkin' 'bout, yeah, talkin' 'bout)
Bitch, I meant wildin' on it
I been ballin' harder since the death of Kobe
I'm so close to the fire, I got a nosebleed
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (show what?)
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me
I just called my label up, I think they owe me (I don't care)
I just called my label up, I think they owe me (yeah, racks)
I been on the codeine (Whole Lotta Red)
I been movin' slowly (Whole Lotta Red)
Can't let a nigga hold me
Bitch, I'm a OG
I got older, I got bright
I got older (old, yeah), I got wise (wise, yeah)
I got older (yeah), I got wise (wise)
I got fat pockets, but my jeans tight (tight, tight)
Keep that gun on me, bitch, I won't fight (pop it)
Keep that stick on me, bitch, I won't fight, yeah
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P
Yeah, that's me
K-I-N-G V-A-M-P (what? What? Go, what?)
Yeah, that's me
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep
I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep (yeah)
I fly in the sky, I got wings on my feet (yeah)
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
(What? What? What? What?)
(What? What? What? What?)
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep, yeah
When the sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep, yeah
Writer: Jordan Carter, Yung Yean Cho
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Place
Get shot in your head (psh, shot, yeah)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah, yeah (what? Yeah, what? What?)
It's a whole lotta red (what? Whoa)
It's a load (what? What? Yeah)
A load (whole lot)
Whole lot of hoes, whole lotta red, whole lot of bitches (whole lot of, yeah)
I just popped this Xan', can't feel my face (hold up, yeah, hold up)
Hundred thousand spread all in my case, hold up (wow)
You can get shot in your head, young nigga, yeah, f*ck your face (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a bad-ass bitch right now, she runnin' 'round in my place (hold up, yeah)
Put the pussy-ass nigga right down his motherf*ckin' place (bah, bah, bah, yeah, bah, bah)
I'm in the back of the spot, yeah, this my place (hold up, whoa)
I'ma show a nigga how to ball, show a nigga how to play (hold up, go)
Spent a bag on my teeth, yeah
Got these hoes on fleek, uh (yeah)
Got these hoes on me (yeah)
You want Chanel (you want Chanel)
Shawty, you hell (shawty, you hell)
Pushin' that bitch (hold up, yeah)
Ridin' in Hell (hold up, yeah)
This a 'Cat (hold up, yeah)
Rose gold pack (hold up, yeah)
Plaques on plaques (hold up, whoa)
Nigga from the Flat, yeah (whoa)
Shawty pull up to the trap (hold up, yeah)
Got a bitch in the neck, hold up
Can't thug like me (hold up, yeah)
And the cup still lean (hold up, yeah)
Got X and the lean
Whole lot of hoes, whole lotta red, whole lot of bitches (whole lot of bitches, yeah)
I just popped this Xan', can't feel my face (hold up, yeah)
Hundred thousand spread all in my case, hold up (hold up, what?)
You can get shot in your head, young nigga, yeah, f*ck your face (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a bad-ass bitch right now, she runnin' 'round in my place (hold up)
Put the pussy-ass nigga right down his motherf*ckin' place (bah, bah, bah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in the back of the spot, yeah, in my place (bah, bah)
I'ma show a nigga how to ball, show a nigga how to play (hold up, whoa, whoa)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah, yeah (what? Yeah, what? What?)
It's a whole lotta red (what? Whoa)
It's a load (what? What? Yeah)
A load (whole lot)
Whole lot of hoes, whole lotta red, whole lot of bitches (whole lot of, yeah)
I just popped this Xan', can't feel my face (hold up, yeah, hold up)
Hundred thousand spread all in my case, hold up (wow)
You can get shot in your head, young nigga, yeah, f*ck your face (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a bad-ass bitch right now, she runnin' 'round in my place (hold up, yeah)
Put the pussy-ass nigga right down his motherf*ckin' place (bah, bah, bah, yeah, bah, bah)
I'm in the back of the spot, yeah, this my place (hold up, whoa)
I'ma show a nigga how to ball, show a nigga how to play (hold up, go)
Spent a bag on my teeth, yeah
Got these hoes on fleek, uh (yeah)
Got these hoes on me (yeah)
You want Chanel (you want Chanel)
Shawty, you hell (shawty, you hell)
Pushin' that bitch (hold up, yeah)
Ridin' in Hell (hold up, yeah)
This a 'Cat (hold up, yeah)
Rose gold pack (hold up, yeah)
Plaques on plaques (hold up, whoa)
Nigga from the Flat, yeah (whoa)
Shawty pull up to the trap (hold up, yeah)
Got a bitch in the neck, hold up
Can't thug like me (hold up, yeah)
And the cup still lean (hold up, yeah)
Got X and the lean
Whole lot of hoes, whole lotta red, whole lot of bitches (whole lot of bitches, yeah)
I just popped this Xan', can't feel my face (hold up, yeah)
Hundred thousand spread all in my case, hold up (hold up, what?)
You can get shot in your head, young nigga, yeah, f*ck your face (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a bad-ass bitch right now, she runnin' 'round in my place (hold up)
Put the pussy-ass nigga right down his motherf*ckin' place (bah, bah, bah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in the back of the spot, yeah, in my place (bah, bah)
I'ma show a nigga how to ball, show a nigga how to play (hold up, whoa, whoa)
Writer: Jordan Carter, Jordan Jenks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sky
What? What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? Roll ten, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? Roll ten, what?)
I'm tryin' to get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryin' to get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What? Let's go)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? Slatt, slatt)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah (high), woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah, woah, woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah, woah, woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, yeah), woah, woah, woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, woah)
Wake up (wake up, wake up, woah)
It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woah)
I let my bitch roll my blunt (woah, slatt, slatt)
I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (woah, yeah, bitch, woah, woah, what?)
Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)
I make her scream when we f*ck (slatt, scream, suck it)
I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (woah, huh, chop it and slide)
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)
Can't f*ck with nobody (what?), not even my shadow (yeah, no one)
I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What?), she got on stilettos (what?)
She my best friend (what? What?), yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)
She a Rockstar (what? What? What?), she a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?), she make it look simple (what? What? What?)
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?), she make it look simple (what? What? What? Yeah)
Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? What?)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah who? Who?)
Tell me everybody you touched in this room (who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f*ck, f*cked in this room (baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f*cked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f*cked in this room (bih, who?)
Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih), can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)
Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)
In love with my pistols (in love with my pistols)
In love with my bitch (in love with my bitch)
I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch )
I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick)
I know she not shit (I know she not shit)
I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)
Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)
She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)
But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)
I don't even like to hug (hug, hug)
I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)
I just pat her on the ass (what? What?), and tell her, "Good shit" (what? what?)
I just walked in my pad (slatt), paparazzi at the fence (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?, Slatt, slatt and shawty gon')
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? what? what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? what? what?)
I'm tryin' to get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryin' to get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (what? What? What?)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? Slatt, slatt)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah, woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah, woah, woah
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah, woah, woah
I'm way too high (yeah, yeah), woah, woah, woah
I'm way too high (yeah, what?)
What? What? What?
I'm so high man, I can't even feel shit
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? Roll ten, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? Roll ten, what?)
I'm tryin' to get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryin' to get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What? Let's go)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? Slatt, slatt)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah (high), woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah, woah, woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah, woah, woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, yeah), woah, woah, woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, woah)
Wake up (wake up, wake up, woah)
It's the first of the month (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up (what? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woah)
I let my bitch roll my blunt (woah, slatt, slatt)
I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (woah, yeah, bitch, woah, woah, what?)
Pour up some lean and get stuck (pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)
I make her scream when we f*ck (slatt, scream, suck it)
I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (woah, huh, chop it and slide)
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (yeah, skrrt)
Can't f*ck with nobody (what?), not even my shadow (yeah, no one)
I got on Ed Hardy (what? What? What? What?), she got on stilettos (what?)
She my best friend (what? What?), yeah, we not a couple (what? What?)
She a Rockstar (what? What? What?), she a sex symbol (what? What? What? Let's go)
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?), she make it look simple (what? What? What?)
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?), she make it look simple (what? What? What? Yeah)
Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? What?)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah who? Who?)
Tell me everybody you touched in this room (who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f*ck, f*cked in this room (baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f*cked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you f*cked in this room (bih, who?)
Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih), can't trust these niggas (bih, bih)
Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money)
In love with my pistols (in love with my pistols)
In love with my bitch (in love with my bitch)
I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch )
I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick)
I know she not shit (I know she not shit)
I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah)
Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)
She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?)
But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt)
I don't even like to hug (hug, hug)
I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt)
I just pat her on the ass (what? What?), and tell her, "Good shit" (what? what?)
I just walked in my pad (slatt), paparazzi at the fence (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (red)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?, Slatt, slatt and shawty gon')
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (what?)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? what? what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (what? what? what?)
I'm tryin' to get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryin' to get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (what? What? What?)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (what? What? Slatt, slatt)
I can fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (woah, what? What? What?)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah, woah (yeah)
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah, woah, woah
I'm way too high (yeah, what?), woah, woah, woah
I'm way too high (yeah, yeah), woah, woah, woah
I'm way too high (yeah, what?)
What? What? What?
I'm so high man, I can't even feel shit
Writer: Jordan Carter, Jung Yean Cho
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Over
What? Yeah
Like, I'm too lit, like, oh my God
Damn, how the f*ck we got to where we started?
This love don't feel how it felt when we started (what?)
This love don't feel how it felt when we started (what?)
Got me thinkin' so deep, I'm in my conscience
Got me doin' these drugs, it help me balance (shawty, I'm geeked, yeah)
I ain't tryna blame you but this shit a challenge (oh, what? What?)
I live my life like a kid with allowance
My life so fast, I need me a down bitch (fast, hold on)
Anarchy tatted under my armpit
Don't make me start a f*ckin' riot
Sometimes this shit get so excitin' (what? What?)
We ridin' 'round, we startin' riots (what? What?)
We rob the bank 'cause we want profit (damn)
We took our shit and kept it silent (what? What? What?)
We took that route 'cause we about it (yeah)
Say you catchin' them bodies, I highly doubt it (catchin' no bodies, what? Yeah)
My boy shot at them niggas and he rollin' off molly (catchin' them bodies, yeah)
We f*cked up the kickbacks, f*cked up they parties (f*cked up they parties, yeah)
I jump out the rope, I feel like Jeff Hardy (feel like Jeff Hardy)
Got tats on my sleeve like Ed Hardy (yeah, Ed Hardy)
I was smokin' that weed just like a Marley (just like a Marley, yeah)
One shot and he bleed, please don't bother me (baow-baow-boom)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the f*ck we got to where we started? Huh?
The love don't feel the same like when we started
Should've known this shit was not real when it started
Yeah, everybody fake, this shit retarded
My back to the wall (what? What?)
My back to the wall (what? What?)
Can't f*ck with these dirty lil' hoes, these bitches be hurtin' me up (what? What?)
Can't put my trust in no ho, hell nah lil' bro (what? What?)
I pass that bitch to my boy, like, "Here, lil' bro" (what? What?)
I took the Phantom outside, it ride like a boat (what? What?)
And I took off with them m's and I stuck to the code (what? What?)
Damn, ooh, yeah
I'm too lit, ah-yeah
Like, I'm too lit, like, oh my God
Damn, how the f*ck we got to where we started?
This love don't feel how it felt when we started (what?)
This love don't feel how it felt when we started (what?)
Got me thinkin' so deep, I'm in my conscience
Got me doin' these drugs, it help me balance (shawty, I'm geeked, yeah)
I ain't tryna blame you but this shit a challenge (oh, what? What?)
I live my life like a kid with allowance
My life so fast, I need me a down bitch (fast, hold on)
Anarchy tatted under my armpit
Don't make me start a f*ckin' riot
Sometimes this shit get so excitin' (what? What?)
We ridin' 'round, we startin' riots (what? What?)
We rob the bank 'cause we want profit (damn)
We took our shit and kept it silent (what? What? What?)
We took that route 'cause we about it (yeah)
Say you catchin' them bodies, I highly doubt it (catchin' no bodies, what? Yeah)
My boy shot at them niggas and he rollin' off molly (catchin' them bodies, yeah)
We f*cked up the kickbacks, f*cked up they parties (f*cked up they parties, yeah)
I jump out the rope, I feel like Jeff Hardy (feel like Jeff Hardy)
Got tats on my sleeve like Ed Hardy (yeah, Ed Hardy)
I was smokin' that weed just like a Marley (just like a Marley, yeah)
One shot and he bleed, please don't bother me (baow-baow-boom)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the f*ck we got to where we started? Huh?
The love don't feel the same like when we started
Should've known this shit was not real when it started
Yeah, everybody fake, this shit retarded
My back to the wall (what? What?)
My back to the wall (what? What?)
Can't f*ck with these dirty lil' hoes, these bitches be hurtin' me up (what? What?)
Can't put my trust in no ho, hell nah lil' bro (what? What?)
I pass that bitch to my boy, like, "Here, lil' bro" (what? What?)
I took the Phantom outside, it ride like a boat (what? What?)
And I took off with them m's and I stuck to the code (what? What?)
Damn, ooh, yeah
I'm too lit, ah-yeah
Writer: Jordan Carter, Jung Yean Cho
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
ILoveUIHateU
Yeah
What?
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
What? What?
What? What?
Yeah
Yeah
Uh, I'm thinkin' 'bout dyin' my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sippin' that Bloody Mary
I mix all of problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
I mix all of problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close
Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know (what?)
What you don't know (yeah), it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
I gotta, I gotta eat
I got some E, I got some E
I got some molly, shawty with me
Shawty come see, shawty for C
She wanna party, she want young Carti
She wanna ride, ride it and ride it (yeah)
She wanna pipe all of these bitches
She want that action, she want young Carti
I got these diamonds they blingin', bitch
All of my phones, they stay ringin', bitch (what?)
She like them niggas that really rich
My hands on my stick like a little witch
I told her, "I really don't do this shit"
That money gon' make this bitch do this shit (go)
Codeine in my cup 'cause I do that shit (Codeine)
Codeine in my drank, bitch, I do this shit (syrup)
You know that my body is full of it
You know that my shawty be full of it
You know that I'm hot, bitch, I'm horny
I'm takin' these chances and doin' it
We take off your head and remove this bitch
My shawty rock gold like a Buddha bitch
And shoutout my cousin, he coolin' it
We really hot boys, we not new to this
We really hot boys, we not new to this
Uh, I'm thinkin' 'bout dyin' my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sippin' that Bloody Mary
I mix all of problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
I mix all of problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close
Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
What?
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
What? What?
What? What?
Yeah
Yeah
Uh, I'm thinkin' 'bout dyin' my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sippin' that Bloody Mary
I mix all of problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
I mix all of problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close
Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know (what?)
What you don't know (yeah), it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
I gotta, I gotta eat
I got some E, I got some E
I got some molly, shawty with me
Shawty come see, shawty for C
She wanna party, she want young Carti
She wanna ride, ride it and ride it (yeah)
She wanna pipe all of these bitches
She want that action, she want young Carti
I got these diamonds they blingin', bitch
All of my phones, they stay ringin', bitch (what?)
She like them niggas that really rich
My hands on my stick like a little witch
I told her, "I really don't do this shit"
That money gon' make this bitch do this shit (go)
Codeine in my cup 'cause I do that shit (Codeine)
Codeine in my drank, bitch, I do this shit (syrup)
You know that my body is full of it
You know that my shawty be full of it
You know that I'm hot, bitch, I'm horny
I'm takin' these chances and doin' it
We take off your head and remove this bitch
My shawty rock gold like a Buddha bitch
And shoutout my cousin, he coolin' it
We really hot boys, we not new to this
We really hot boys, we not new to this
Uh, I'm thinkin' 'bout dyin' my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sippin' that Bloody Mary
I mix all of problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
I mix all of problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed
Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close
Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
Writer: Jordan Carter, Jordan Jenks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Die4Guy
Fifteen outside, baby, I was actin' like a damn thug
I wanted to be just like my brother, he was sellin' drugs (what?)
I wanted to be just like my brother, he a damn thug (what?)
Reggie Carter, Reggie (yeah)
That's my brother (what?)
Jordan Carter, Carti (what?)
I'm your brother
I'm gon' die 'bout my guys, yeah (I'm gon' die)
I'm gon' die about my brothers (I'm gon' die)
I'm gon' die 'bout my guys, yeah (what? Yeah)
I'm gon' die about my brother
This one for all my guys (guys)
This one for them rollin' dice (yeah)
This one for all my guys (guys)
This one for them rollin' dice
I can't do no Instagram no more (yeah)
All the opps lookin' for me (what? What?)
My brother said, "Carti, what you tweakin' for?" (Yeah, yeah)
"You got a whole army 'round you" (what?)
Uh, bitch, I got some niggas ready to crash (yeah)
New car, yeah, I push to dash (yeah)
Push out that bitch and I smash (what? What?)
Push out that bitch and I smash (what? What?)
I'm so f*ckin' high, I might crash (what? Crash, yeah)
The drugs kickin' in real fast (what?)
If I die, it's gon' be real sad (what?)
So I f*ck on my bitch like it's our last (what?)
I'm a Rockstar, so I never can relax (bitch)
We some Rockstars, we the new Black Flag (bitch)
Try this Rockstar, put some money on your head (keep that)
Put some money on your head (what? What? What?)
Watch this nigga spaz (yeah, what? Yeah)
Watch this nigga spaz (yeah, bitch, go)
Watch this nigga spaz (what? What? Go)
Watch this nigga spaz (what? What? What? Go)
Watch the nigga spaz (go, go, go, go, what?)
Watch the nigga spaz (go, what? Go, what? What? What? What? Go, go)
(Whole Lotta Red)
I wanted to be just like my brother, he was sellin' drugs (what?)
I wanted to be just like my brother, he a damn thug (what?)
Reggie Carter, Reggie (yeah)
That's my brother (what?)
Jordan Carter, Carti (what?)
I'm your brother
I'm gon' die 'bout my guys, yeah (I'm gon' die)
I'm gon' die about my brothers (I'm gon' die)
I'm gon' die 'bout my guys, yeah (what? Yeah)
I'm gon' die about my brother
This one for all my guys (guys)
This one for them rollin' dice (yeah)
This one for all my guys (guys)
This one for them rollin' dice
I can't do no Instagram no more (yeah)
All the opps lookin' for me (what? What?)
My brother said, "Carti, what you tweakin' for?" (Yeah, yeah)
"You got a whole army 'round you" (what?)
Uh, bitch, I got some niggas ready to crash (yeah)
New car, yeah, I push to dash (yeah)
Push out that bitch and I smash (what? What?)
Push out that bitch and I smash (what? What?)
I'm so f*ckin' high, I might crash (what? Crash, yeah)
The drugs kickin' in real fast (what?)
If I die, it's gon' be real sad (what?)
So I f*ck on my bitch like it's our last (what?)
I'm a Rockstar, so I never can relax (bitch)
We some Rockstars, we the new Black Flag (bitch)
Try this Rockstar, put some money on your head (keep that)
Put some money on your head (what? What? What?)
Watch this nigga spaz (yeah, what? Yeah)
Watch this nigga spaz (yeah, bitch, go)
Watch this nigga spaz (what? What? Go)
Watch this nigga spaz (what? What? What? Go)
Watch the nigga spaz (go, go, go, go, what?)
Watch the nigga spaz (go, what? Go, what? What? What? What? Go, go)
(Whole Lotta Red)
Writer: Jordan Carter, Yung Yean Cho
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Not PLaying
Out of here, outer space
Pussy all on my face
Money down for my case
I can't lie, life's great
I can't lie, life's great
Yeah, you know this shit been good
Yeah, you know I'm from the hood
But I made it out that hood
But I made it out the wood
Smokin' on dope every day as I should
Countin' up money every day as I should
F*ckin' on hoes every day as I should
I'm a big boss, yeah, I feel like Suge
Don't care 'bout the cost, I'ma make the bitch plug
I can bet, make the bitch ride on that
Her nigga walked in, had a heart attack
I'm a 800, I'm part of that
We got the same opps, get to fallin' back
We shoot at these niggas, no poppin' back
I'm hittin' that trigger, I'm off of that
They copycat see, copycat Vamp
I light the bitch up just like a lamp
I had a red flag before I was stamped
Niggas dyin' by hoes, niggas dyin' by tramp
We can shoot at the bitch, shoot at the camp
Shoot at that bitch, shoot at his camp
Shoot at that bitch, shoot at his camp
Shoot at that bitch, we shoot at his camp
My shooter gon' shoot, he gon' shoot
My shooter gon' shoot at ya
My shooter gon' shoot at
My shooter gon' shoot you, yeah
I gotta go bananas one time
I f*cked a bitch in Panama
She gonna be here tomorrow
I'm not playin' no more, yeah
I'm not playin' no more, oh yeah
I'm not playin' no more
I'm not playin', yeah, I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin', yeah
I'm not playin', I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin', yeah
Pussy all on my face
Money down for my case
I can't lie, life's great
I can't lie, life's great
Yeah, you know this shit been good
Yeah, you know I'm from the hood
But I made it out that hood
But I made it out the wood
Smokin' on dope every day as I should
Countin' up money every day as I should
F*ckin' on hoes every day as I should
I'm a big boss, yeah, I feel like Suge
Don't care 'bout the cost, I'ma make the bitch plug
I can bet, make the bitch ride on that
Her nigga walked in, had a heart attack
I'm a 800, I'm part of that
We got the same opps, get to fallin' back
We shoot at these niggas, no poppin' back
I'm hittin' that trigger, I'm off of that
They copycat see, copycat Vamp
I light the bitch up just like a lamp
I had a red flag before I was stamped
Niggas dyin' by hoes, niggas dyin' by tramp
We can shoot at the bitch, shoot at the camp
Shoot at that bitch, shoot at his camp
Shoot at that bitch, shoot at his camp
Shoot at that bitch, we shoot at his camp
My shooter gon' shoot, he gon' shoot
My shooter gon' shoot at ya
My shooter gon' shoot at
My shooter gon' shoot you, yeah
I gotta go bananas one time
I f*cked a bitch in Panama
She gonna be here tomorrow
I'm not playin' no more, yeah
I'm not playin' no more, oh yeah
I'm not playin' no more
I'm not playin', yeah, I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin', yeah
I'm not playin', I'm not playin'
I'm not playin', I'm not playin', yeah
Writer: Jordan Carter, Jung Yean Cho
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
F33l Lik3 Dyin
All my life
I was
Ooh, I was in love with the wrong guy (Boy)
Baby, won't you tell me why I feel like dyin'
And I feel like dyin' if you not mine
Shawty front line, yeah, she top of the line
Yeah, she top tier, yeah, she hold it down
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
Yeah
If you feel like dyin'
If you feel like dyin' for love
If you feel like dyin'
(On a bright fall morning)
I done met different type of girls, yeah (stood a little while within it)
(Man, you have to know)
I've done been all across the world
Now it's time to show 'em what I learned
Now it's time to show 'em what I learned
Before I die
Every day I'm dyin' (woah)
Every day I'm dyin'
Uh, Rockstar shit like I'm Jimi Hendrix
Popstar baby, like I'm Jimi Hendrix, yeah (all my life)
Light my cigarette up like an incense, yeah
Light my cigarette up like an incense (all my life)
And I know I'm dyin' (woah)
This shit got me dyin' (woah)
This shit got me dyin'
(On a bright fall morning)
My mama always knew I was a star (stood a little while within it)
Sacrifices every day, yeah
She gave me the keys to her only car (man, you have to know)
I took that bitch and I went far
I'm one of the greatest like an all-star
I can't fall
Gotta stand tall
Back against the wall
F*ck all of y'all
On a bright fall morning, I'm with it
I stood a little while within it
Man, you have to know
Know the way it goes
I feel like dyin' (woah)
I feel like dyin'
I feel like dyin'
I was
Ooh, I was in love with the wrong guy (Boy)
Baby, won't you tell me why I feel like dyin'
And I feel like dyin' if you not mine
Shawty front line, yeah, she top of the line
Yeah, she top tier, yeah, she hold it down
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah
Yeah
If you feel like dyin'
If you feel like dyin' for love
If you feel like dyin'
(On a bright fall morning)
I done met different type of girls, yeah (stood a little while within it)
(Man, you have to know)
I've done been all across the world
Now it's time to show 'em what I learned
Now it's time to show 'em what I learned
Before I die
Every day I'm dyin' (woah)
Every day I'm dyin'
Uh, Rockstar shit like I'm Jimi Hendrix
Popstar baby, like I'm Jimi Hendrix, yeah (all my life)
Light my cigarette up like an incense, yeah
Light my cigarette up like an incense (all my life)
And I know I'm dyin' (woah)
This shit got me dyin' (woah)
This shit got me dyin'
(On a bright fall morning)
My mama always knew I was a star (stood a little while within it)
Sacrifices every day, yeah
She gave me the keys to her only car (man, you have to know)
I took that bitch and I went far
I'm one of the greatest like an all-star
I can't fall
Gotta stand tall
Back against the wall
F*ck all of y'all
On a bright fall morning, I'm with it
I stood a little while within it
Man, you have to know
Know the way it goes
I feel like dyin' (woah)
I feel like dyin'
I feel like dyin'
Writer: Bradley Cook, Brandon Burton, Channy Leaneagh, James Blake, Jeremy Nutzman, Jordan Carter, Josh Berg, Justin Vernon, Michael Lewis, Michael Noyce, Roark Bailey, Robert Moose, Tony Sun, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Whole Lotta Red is the second studio album by American rapper Playboi Carti. It was released through AWGE and Interscope Records on December 25, 2020. Production was executively handled by Kanye West, who appears on the song "Go2DaMoon" and was primarily handled by F1lthy and Art Dealer alongside several other record producers, including Pi'erre Bourne, Maaly Raw, Lil 88, Ken Carson and Wheezy. The album consists of 24 tracks and features guest appearances from Kid Cudi, Future and Kanye West. Work on the album commenced in late 2018 and concluded in November 2020. The album serves as a follow-up to his debut studio album, Die Lit (2018).
Whole Lotta Red received mostly positive reviews from music critics. The album appeared on several publications' lists of the best albums of 2021, with Rolling Stone ranking it on their list of the 200 Greatest Hip-Hop Albums of All Time. It debuted atop the US Billboard 200, earning 100,000 album-equivalent units of which 10,000 were pure sales, becoming Carti's first US number-one album. In January 2022, the album was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
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Playboi CartiWhole Lotta Red received mostly positive reviews from music critics. The album appeared on several publications' lists of the best albums of 2021, with Rolling Stone ranking it on their list of the 200 Greatest Hip-Hop Albums of All Time. It debuted atop the US Billboard 200, earning 100,000 album-equivalent units of which 10,000 were pure sales, becoming Carti's first US number-one album. In January 2022, the album was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
Genre(s): Hip hoptrap, mumble rap, experimental hip hop, rage
Producer(s): Art Dealer, F1lthy, Gab3, Jasper Harris, Jonah Abraham, Juberlee, Ken Carson, KP, Lil 88, Lucian, Lukrative, Maaly Raw, Ojivolta, Outtatown, Pi'erre Bourne, Richie Souf, Roark Bailey, Ssort, Star Boy, Wheezy
Length: 62:12
Released: December 25th, 2020
Year: 2020