Ride with me
Don't gotta worry for the both of us
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I'll put you in the driver's seat
Don't gotta hurry in the name of love
When you ride with me, don't gotta worry when tomorrow comes
I'll put you in the driver's seat
Don't gotta worry, no, 'cause, we stay in control, in the name of love
I been in my bag way too long
Tell me if I'm doin' wrong
Yeah, I love you, but I rather be alone
Yeah, I rather be alone
I made some bad moves
I know you did bad too
It's funny, I be laughin' when I'm sad too
Baby, I'll be back soon
I get druggy in the back room
She said, "Boy, you know you bad news"
Perky keep me calm, X, it make me lash out
I don't know what's wrong
I don't know what that's 'bout
I'm just makin' hits, I treat the stu' like it's my damn house
She said, "Give me more," she said, "Make me tap out"
I don't wanna (I don't wanna), I don't wanna crash out
Lil' bro keep a stick, he clickin' shit like it's a damn mouse
I been smokin' too loud, I should keep it down
Don't know what to do now, got shit to figure out
Ride with me
Don't gotta worry for the both of us
I'll put you in the driver's seat
Don't gotta hurry in the name of love
When you ride with me, don't gotta worry when tomorrow comes
I'll put you in the driver's seat
Don't gotta worry, no, 'cause, we stay in control, in the name of love
Yeah, I know I'm bad for you, yeah, I know you bad for me
She said, "Can you get this bag for me?"
Money make her happy
Don't need nothin', if you ask me
I might slide off in the backseat
Lean got me laggin', the Addy get me goin'
I don't do the braggin', you say it, I'ma show it
Baby, I was chattin', that liquor had me flowin'
Baby, I was chattin', that liquor had me turnin'
Anxiety, you nervous
You fall in love on accident, is that your purpose?
You put in work for all this shit, but was it worth it?
I ain't tryna cry, so, I put pain inside these verses
I think it's workin'
Ride with me
Don't gotta worry for the both of us
I'll put you in the driver's seat
Don't gotta hurry in the name of love
When you ride with me, don't gotta worry when tomorrow comes
I'll put you in the driver's seat
Don't gotta worry, no, 'cause, we stay in control, in the name of love
Sleepy Hallow - Boy Meets World Album Lyrics
Sleepy Hallow - Boy Meets World Lyrics
(Featuring Fivio Foreign, Doechii, Marshmello)
Writer: Tegan Chambers, Karel Jorge, Marshmello, Jonathan Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Good Girls Aint No Fun
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Sliding through your city, whatchu on bae?
Been a long day
Run it up, I'm tryna put yo on, bae
Pull up on me, I ain't see you all day, damn
I ain't tryna take no picture, and pose for the gram
I just pulled up on the Benz, skirt off in the Lamb
And baby, I am who I am
Made it happen, ain't come with a plan
She say she my biggest of fans
She makin' it clap but ain't used his hands, damn
How the f*ck she did that? Gotta get it on cam'
I get way too high, can't wait till I land
And no we can't lay in the sand
Girl, you know I'm too black for a tan
Damn, said she fell in love with the man
I could put the whole world in your hands, damn
Said she want drip from Paris but she never seen France
Said she want drip from, wait
Bad girls ain't no good and the good girls ain't no fun
She said "I hate you so much", but she still gon' let me f*ck
Like, you get the buck, baby, I'm in a rush
At the top all I'm seeing is us
Like, yes, she a baddie, and shit, that's a plus
Drop the addy and shit going up
I hopped out my petakis and got on the bus
In my city with chops in the truck
She like "Bae is you happy to see me or what?"
I'm like "Yeah, but the glock in the cut"
Sike, nah, that's the Glock in my pants
If I up at the spot gettin' blammed
Like, I heard that nigga done told on his mens
What the f*ck y'all supposed to be friends
What the f*ck y'all supposed to be cuzz
Man I thought y'all was supposed to be slatt
But you putting your trust in a rat
He ain't doing no time, he just getting you snapped
I be putting my trust in them racks
How I ran that shit up and I'm still moving tact, hold on
Caesar told me not to lack
Like, don't you get turned to a pack, hold on
She let me hit from the back
Back to back to back
Sliding through your city, whatchu on bae?
Been a long day
Run it up, I'm tryna put yo on, bae
Pull up on me, I ain't see you all day, damn
I ain't tryna take no picture, and pose for the gram
I just pulled up on the Benz, skirt off in the Lamb
And baby, I am who I am
Made it happen, ain't come with a plan
She say she my biggest of fans
She makin' it clap but ain't used his hands, damn
How the f*ck she did that? Gotta get it on cam'
I get way too high, can't wait till I-
Sliding through your city, whatchu on bae?
Been a long day
Run it up, I'm tryna put yo on, bae
Pull up on me, I ain't see you all day, damn
I ain't tryna take no picture, and pose for the gram
I just pulled up on the Benz, skirt off in the Lamb
And baby, I am who I am
Made it happen, ain't come with a plan
She say she my biggest of fans
She makin' it clap but ain't used his hands, damn
How the f*ck she did that? Gotta get it on cam'
I get way too high, can't wait till I land
And no we can't lay in the sand
Girl, you know I'm too black for a tan
Damn, said she fell in love with the man
I could put the whole world in your hands, damn
Said she want drip from Paris but she never seen France
Said she want drip from, wait
Bad girls ain't no good and the good girls ain't no fun
She said "I hate you so much", but she still gon' let me f*ck
Like, you get the buck, baby, I'm in a rush
At the top all I'm seeing is us
Like, yes, she a baddie, and shit, that's a plus
Drop the addy and shit going up
I hopped out my petakis and got on the bus
In my city with chops in the truck
She like "Bae is you happy to see me or what?"
I'm like "Yeah, but the glock in the cut"
Sike, nah, that's the Glock in my pants
If I up at the spot gettin' blammed
Like, I heard that nigga done told on his mens
What the f*ck y'all supposed to be friends
What the f*ck y'all supposed to be cuzz
Man I thought y'all was supposed to be slatt
But you putting your trust in a rat
He ain't doing no time, he just getting you snapped
I be putting my trust in them racks
How I ran that shit up and I'm still moving tact, hold on
Caesar told me not to lack
Like, don't you get turned to a pack, hold on
She let me hit from the back
Back to back to back
Sliding through your city, whatchu on bae?
Been a long day
Run it up, I'm tryna put yo on, bae
Pull up on me, I ain't see you all day, damn
I ain't tryna take no picture, and pose for the gram
I just pulled up on the Benz, skirt off in the Lamb
And baby, I am who I am
Made it happen, ain't come with a plan
She say she my biggest of fans
She makin' it clap but ain't used his hands, damn
How the f*ck she did that? Gotta get it on cam'
I get way too high, can't wait till I-
Writer: Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Motion
Uh, she don't love me, she just, uh
Yeah (Great John on the beat by the way)
She don't love me, she just love the motion (motion, motion, motion)
I shouldn't show emotion
But I still got some feelings that I'm tryna cope with (cope with, cope with, cope with)
I roll up my feelings and I f*ckin' smoke it, ayy
I done lost a lot but winnin' was the focus
I been hidin' all my pain, hopin' they don't notice, oh, shit (oh, shit)
Baby, I like bad girls, but I love 'em good
She said, she a sad girl, she misunderstood, uh
Pulled up to my hood, in my hoodie that she took
Let's play one on one for your heart and once we start just watch me cook, uh
Probably got you shook
Why? 'Cause I can read you like a book
I got you singin' all my hooks
I pop a P like what you push, uh
Was off that shit for like two years but now I'm back, feel like I'm hooked
I got these Carti's just to look
Girl, I can see right through your looks
Her heart inside my pocket but don't treat me like no crook
Girl, I want peace, I don't wanna beef, unless you f*ck with opps
Look at you duckin' shots, I love you, you should love me a lot, uh
Her friend, she f*ck a lot, wouldn't cuff it even if I was a cop, uh
I just can't trust a lot, gotta watch yourself, better clutch a lot (a lot)
Red dot like chicken pox, can't play with it, niggas gettin' got
Look, bro, that's my main bop, she want Nobu, not chicken spot
She don't love me, she just love the motion (motion, motion, motion)
I shouldn't show emotion
But I still got some feelings that I'm tryna cope with (cope with, cope with, cope with)
I roll up my feelings and I f*ckin' smoke it, ayy
I done lost a lot but winnin' was the focus
I been hidin' all my pain, hopin' they don't notice, oh, shit (Oh, shit)
She said she the one not the two
I put on my threes, I got some shit, it's all for you
I couldn't find my fives, I left my sixes in the stu
I met seven different women and they all nothin' like you
Don't ask me if I ate 'cause I ain't worry 'bout no food
She said I ain't seen you since nine, so once it's ten I'm callin' you
Like give me all of you, I just hope I ain't fallin' through
Like it's so hard to win, they made it easy just to lose
She don't love me, she just love the motion (motion, motion, motion)
I shouldn't show emotion
But I still got some feelings that I'm tryna cope with (cope with, cope with, cope with)
I roll up my feelings and I f*ckin' smoke it, ayy
I done lost a lot but winnin' was the focus
I been hidin' all my pain, hopin' they don't notice, oh, shit h, shit)
Yeah (Great John on the beat by the way)
She don't love me, she just love the motion (motion, motion, motion)
I shouldn't show emotion
But I still got some feelings that I'm tryna cope with (cope with, cope with, cope with)
I roll up my feelings and I f*ckin' smoke it, ayy
I done lost a lot but winnin' was the focus
I been hidin' all my pain, hopin' they don't notice, oh, shit (oh, shit)
Baby, I like bad girls, but I love 'em good
She said, she a sad girl, she misunderstood, uh
Pulled up to my hood, in my hoodie that she took
Let's play one on one for your heart and once we start just watch me cook, uh
Probably got you shook
Why? 'Cause I can read you like a book
I got you singin' all my hooks
I pop a P like what you push, uh
Was off that shit for like two years but now I'm back, feel like I'm hooked
I got these Carti's just to look
Girl, I can see right through your looks
Her heart inside my pocket but don't treat me like no crook
Girl, I want peace, I don't wanna beef, unless you f*ck with opps
Look at you duckin' shots, I love you, you should love me a lot, uh
Her friend, she f*ck a lot, wouldn't cuff it even if I was a cop, uh
I just can't trust a lot, gotta watch yourself, better clutch a lot (a lot)
Red dot like chicken pox, can't play with it, niggas gettin' got
Look, bro, that's my main bop, she want Nobu, not chicken spot
She don't love me, she just love the motion (motion, motion, motion)
I shouldn't show emotion
But I still got some feelings that I'm tryna cope with (cope with, cope with, cope with)
I roll up my feelings and I f*ckin' smoke it, ayy
I done lost a lot but winnin' was the focus
I been hidin' all my pain, hopin' they don't notice, oh, shit (Oh, shit)
She said she the one not the two
I put on my threes, I got some shit, it's all for you
I couldn't find my fives, I left my sixes in the stu
I met seven different women and they all nothin' like you
Don't ask me if I ate 'cause I ain't worry 'bout no food
She said I ain't seen you since nine, so once it's ten I'm callin' you
Like give me all of you, I just hope I ain't fallin' through
Like it's so hard to win, they made it easy just to lose
She don't love me, she just love the motion (motion, motion, motion)
I shouldn't show emotion
But I still got some feelings that I'm tryna cope with (cope with, cope with, cope with)
I roll up my feelings and I f*ckin' smoke it, ayy
I done lost a lot but winnin' was the focus
I been hidin' all my pain, hopin' they don't notice, oh, shit h, shit)
Writer: Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
ADHD
Uh, gang, gang, gang
Look, uh
Hold up, look
I'm tryna slide with a vibe
Like, girl, put that pain to the side
Like, open up, I put my finger inside
From the trenches, I gotta survive
Like, how would you feel if they told you I died?
Told bro, "You slide, I slide"
Like, leave me alone, you ain't tryna see God
Really with it, this not a facade
Like, I'm tryna slide whenever (Uh)
That nigga die, whatever
Big bro told me to keep it together
No more clutchin' the stick in the sweater
You gotta move smarter, you gotta do better
But, I'm still tryna stay with Beretta
When I was in jail, they ain't send me no letters
I'm like, "F*ck it," I see 'em whenever
I got back, I was sturdy as ever
Make it rain, better grab ya umbrella
You so deep, this shit look like Coachella
I gotta T up, I ain't livin' forever
For my money, I'm slappin' the teller
'Member back, I was clappin' a sweater
She like, "Sleepy, you gettin' me wetter"
I told her, "I got it," so, I had to get her
Hold it down, why the f*ck would you get up
Can't be trustin' that shit, it's a setup
Type of shit that can get niggas wet up
And, I'm start bitchin' if you get me fed up
Uh, yeah, uh, wait
How the f*ck you gon' step on a stepper?
I be doin' this shit with no effort
Don't wanna know you, I ain't tryna network
Uh, I'm tryna slide with a vibe
Like, girl, put that pain to the side
Like, open up, I put my finger inside
From the trenches, I gotta survive
Like, how would you feel if they told you I died?
Told bro, "You slide, I slide"
Like, leave me alone, you ain't tryna see God
Really with it, this not a facade
Like, I'm tryna slide whenever (Uh)
That nigga die, whatever
Big bro told me to keep it together
No more clutchin' the stick in the sweater
You gotta move smarter, you gotta do better
But, I'm still tryna stay with Beretta
When I was in jail, they ain't send me no letters
I'm like, "F*ck it," I see 'em whenever
Look, uh
Hold up, look
I'm tryna slide with a vibe
Like, girl, put that pain to the side
Like, open up, I put my finger inside
From the trenches, I gotta survive
Like, how would you feel if they told you I died?
Told bro, "You slide, I slide"
Like, leave me alone, you ain't tryna see God
Really with it, this not a facade
Like, I'm tryna slide whenever (Uh)
That nigga die, whatever
Big bro told me to keep it together
No more clutchin' the stick in the sweater
You gotta move smarter, you gotta do better
But, I'm still tryna stay with Beretta
When I was in jail, they ain't send me no letters
I'm like, "F*ck it," I see 'em whenever
I got back, I was sturdy as ever
Make it rain, better grab ya umbrella
You so deep, this shit look like Coachella
I gotta T up, I ain't livin' forever
For my money, I'm slappin' the teller
'Member back, I was clappin' a sweater
She like, "Sleepy, you gettin' me wetter"
I told her, "I got it," so, I had to get her
Hold it down, why the f*ck would you get up
Can't be trustin' that shit, it's a setup
Type of shit that can get niggas wet up
And, I'm start bitchin' if you get me fed up
Uh, yeah, uh, wait
How the f*ck you gon' step on a stepper?
I be doin' this shit with no effort
Don't wanna know you, I ain't tryna network
Uh, I'm tryna slide with a vibe
Like, girl, put that pain to the side
Like, open up, I put my finger inside
From the trenches, I gotta survive
Like, how would you feel if they told you I died?
Told bro, "You slide, I slide"
Like, leave me alone, you ain't tryna see God
Really with it, this not a facade
Like, I'm tryna slide whenever (Uh)
That nigga die, whatever
Big bro told me to keep it together
No more clutchin' the stick in the sweater
You gotta move smarter, you gotta do better
But, I'm still tryna stay with Beretta
When I was in jail, they ain't send me no letters
I'm like, "F*ck it," I see 'em whenever
Writer: Tegan Chambers, Michael Briggman, Bennie Briggman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
All The Way
Great John on the beat by the way
Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever so let's seize the day
Run away together, going all the way
Free Billy, my sliggity slatt
If it wasn't for rap, I'll be pushing a pack
2 a.m. in the back of the 'Bach
I don't know where I'm at but I'm toting the strap
How you love me, you holding me back
Gotta watch the back door for that hole in your back
If you RICO, he gotta get whacked
If he fronting, we gotta get back
I'm the glue to this shit, had to keep it together
Yeah, you good, but they saying I'm better
And she say she want me, I'm making her wetter
Put the chop right on top of her dresser
The way I be dressin' is not to impress her
This shit regular, stay with some pressure
These niggas will rat just to get to some cheddar
I'ma see 'em whenever
Just papers and Grabba, don't f*ck with no Swisher
That's your man, but he f*cking your sister
And he want your bitch, had the chance he will dick her
Niggas sick, gettin' sicker
That's why I do not be rockin' with niggas
Did a lot for some niggas
And way before rap did a lot with them triggers
And we still do a lot for the, f*ck that
Don't got no time to be mentioning niggas
If it's lit then we sending them niggas
Lil' bro get to bussin' when he off a jigga
Know a shooter that hate taking pictures
She just tryna slide and hit up a hitter
No, the swindle don't apply to beginners
A lot of them niggas ain't make it to dinner
Grandma pray for me, know I'm a sinner
My heart get cold, I was born in the winter
Baby, I ain't no regular nigga
As soon as you slipping, they coming to get you
Uh, better hope they don't get you
Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever so let's seize the day
Runaway together, going all the way
Wait, nah, f*ck it, you can keep love
Baby, I just keep drugs
And lately I ain't tryna speak up
I'm just kickin' feet up
And she say she love me, don't believe her
The reason I'ma leave her
My heart got cold, I need a heater
My wrists still on freezer
I iced out my daughter, she a diva
She hate when Daddy leave her
But baby, I'm workin', I'ma see ya
Forever we gon' be stuck
Forever we gon' be up
If they play with you then they get touched
Uh, I don't ever speak much
And she don't ever need much
Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever, so let's seize the day
Run away together, going all the way
Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever, so let's seize the day
Run away together, going all the way
Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever, so let's seize the day
Runaway together, going all the way
Ayy
Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever so let's seize the day
Run away together, going all the way
Free Billy, my sliggity slatt
If it wasn't for rap, I'll be pushing a pack
2 a.m. in the back of the 'Bach
I don't know where I'm at but I'm toting the strap
How you love me, you holding me back
Gotta watch the back door for that hole in your back
If you RICO, he gotta get whacked
If he fronting, we gotta get back
I'm the glue to this shit, had to keep it together
Yeah, you good, but they saying I'm better
And she say she want me, I'm making her wetter
Put the chop right on top of her dresser
The way I be dressin' is not to impress her
This shit regular, stay with some pressure
These niggas will rat just to get to some cheddar
I'ma see 'em whenever
Just papers and Grabba, don't f*ck with no Swisher
That's your man, but he f*cking your sister
And he want your bitch, had the chance he will dick her
Niggas sick, gettin' sicker
That's why I do not be rockin' with niggas
Did a lot for some niggas
And way before rap did a lot with them triggers
And we still do a lot for the, f*ck that
Don't got no time to be mentioning niggas
If it's lit then we sending them niggas
Lil' bro get to bussin' when he off a jigga
Know a shooter that hate taking pictures
She just tryna slide and hit up a hitter
No, the swindle don't apply to beginners
A lot of them niggas ain't make it to dinner
Grandma pray for me, know I'm a sinner
My heart get cold, I was born in the winter
Baby, I ain't no regular nigga
As soon as you slipping, they coming to get you
Uh, better hope they don't get you
Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever so let's seize the day
Runaway together, going all the way
Wait, nah, f*ck it, you can keep love
Baby, I just keep drugs
And lately I ain't tryna speak up
I'm just kickin' feet up
And she say she love me, don't believe her
The reason I'ma leave her
My heart got cold, I need a heater
My wrists still on freezer
I iced out my daughter, she a diva
She hate when Daddy leave her
But baby, I'm workin', I'ma see ya
Forever we gon' be stuck
Forever we gon' be up
If they play with you then they get touched
Uh, I don't ever speak much
And she don't ever need much
Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever, so let's seize the day
Run away together, going all the way
Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever, so let's seize the day
Run away together, going all the way
Lift me up
Make me feel like I'm the only one that you love
Nothing lasts forever, so let's seize the day
Runaway together, going all the way
Ayy
Writer: Jonathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Damn
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'm tryna vibe with it
I'm tryna slide with it
Shit so good, might dive in it
Jump in that water, I'm diving in it
Heartbroken, baby, I'ma fix it
And I love when she rocking my fitted
I can't lie, I've been getting addicted
Don't know what hit her, I told her a dick did
Baby uh, wait, baby uh, damn, baby uh, hold on, uh
Baby uh, damn, baby uh, wait, baby uh, damn, uh
Baby uh, hold on, baby uh, yeah
Tell your friends they should mind they business
Like why do they care if we did it?
Why do they care if we f*ckin'?
Why do they care if we kissin'?
Uh, can we kick it, I don't care if we stay in the trenches
I don't care if we get us a telly
Somewhere that nobody gon' give us attention
Wait, they not f*cking with me
I'ma oot if I catch me a G
Lil bro still duckin' the D's
I told him "Go harder, ain't nothin' for free"
They can't wait 'til they run into me
I'm like f*ck it, one day I'ma see like
Like I should go f*ck on her friend
But my new bitch way too elite
I just been missing my Benz
I don't like the way the Lamb speed
She a baddie and her friend a ten
That's some fries with a twenty piece like
She tryna uh, wait, she wanna uh, damn
She tryna uh, hold on, she wanna uh, damn
She tryna uh, wait, she wanna uh, hold on
She tryna uh, damn, damn, damn
I'm tryna vibe with it, with it
I'm tryna slide with it
Shit so good, might dive in it
Jump in that water, I'm diving in it
Heartbroken, baby, I'ma fix it
And I love when she rocking my fitted
I can't lie, I've been getting addicted
Don't know what hit her, I told her a dick did
Baby uh, wait, baby uh, damn, baby uh, hold on, uh
Baby uh, damn, baby uh, wait, baby uh, damn, uh
Baby uh, hold on, baby uh, yeah
I'm tryna vibe with it
I'm tryna slide with it
Shit so good, might dive in it
Jump in that water, I'm diving in it
Heartbroken, baby, I'ma fix it
And I love when she rocking my fitted
I can't lie, I've been getting addicted
Don't know what hit her, I told her a dick did
Baby uh, wait, baby uh, damn, baby uh, hold on, uh
Baby uh, damn, baby uh, wait, baby uh, damn, uh
Baby uh, hold on, baby uh, yeah
Tell your friends they should mind they business
Like why do they care if we did it?
Why do they care if we f*ckin'?
Why do they care if we kissin'?
Uh, can we kick it, I don't care if we stay in the trenches
I don't care if we get us a telly
Somewhere that nobody gon' give us attention
Wait, they not f*cking with me
I'ma oot if I catch me a G
Lil bro still duckin' the D's
I told him "Go harder, ain't nothin' for free"
They can't wait 'til they run into me
I'm like f*ck it, one day I'ma see like
Like I should go f*ck on her friend
But my new bitch way too elite
I just been missing my Benz
I don't like the way the Lamb speed
She a baddie and her friend a ten
That's some fries with a twenty piece like
She tryna uh, wait, she wanna uh, damn
She tryna uh, hold on, she wanna uh, damn
She tryna uh, wait, she wanna uh, hold on
She tryna uh, damn, damn, damn
I'm tryna vibe with it, with it
I'm tryna slide with it
Shit so good, might dive in it
Jump in that water, I'm diving in it
Heartbroken, baby, I'ma fix it
And I love when she rocking my fitted
I can't lie, I've been getting addicted
Don't know what hit her, I told her a dick did
Baby uh, wait, baby uh, damn, baby uh, hold on, uh
Baby uh, damn, baby uh, wait, baby uh, damn, uh
Baby uh, hold on, baby uh, yeah
Writer: Jonathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
ANXIETY
Anxiety, keep on tryin' me
I feel it quietly
Tryin' to silence me, yeah
My anxiety, can't shake it off of me
Somebody's watchin' me
And my anxiety, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Solo, no mojo
I bounce back, no pogo
Unhappy, no homo
New brands, no logos
Money on my jugular, natural hustler
Think I need a smuggler up in Russia
You could be my butler, shine my cutla'
Shout out to Oyenda, that's the guzzler
Okay, next thing, my life is a wet dream
I call it a sex scene, the back is a nice tease
I tried to escape, my life is a X-rate
I'm sorry, a sex tape, you only get one take
Quiet on the set, please
Rolling "Anxiety"
In three, two, one
[Refrain]
Anxiety, keep on tryin' me
I feel it quietly
Tryin' to silence me, yeah
Anxiety, shake it off of me
Somebody's watchin' me
It's my anxiety, yeah (Brrah)
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel it tryin' (Oh)
Keep it tryin', keep it tryin'
Oh, I feel the silence (Oh)
Keep it quiet, keep it tired, oh, somebody's touchin' me (Ooh, la-da, woah)
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel anxiet— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
My anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel it tryin' (It's my anxiety, can't let it conquer me)
Keep it tryin', keep it tryin', oh, I feel the silence (It's my anxiety, gotta shake it off of me)
Keep it quiet, keep it quiet, oh, somebody's watchin' me (It's my anxiety, can't let it caution me)
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel anxiety (It's my anxiety, gotta keep it off of me)
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel it tryin'
Keep it tryin', keep it tryin'
Oh, I feel the silence
Keep it quiet, keep it quiet
Oh, somebody's watching me
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel anxiety
Court order from Florid-er
What's in that clear blue water?
No limits, no borders
What's in that new world order?
Marco (Marco), Polo (Polo)
Negro run from popo (Popo)
That blue light and that rojo (Rojo)
[Bridge]
And it's like
I get this tightness in my chest
Like an elephant is standing on me
And I just let it take over
Anxiety keeps on trying me
Anxiety keeps on tryin' me, yeah
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel it tryin' (Ooh)
Keep it tryin', keep it tryin' (Oh)
Oh, I feel the silence
Keep it quiet, keep it quiet
Oh, somebody's watchin' me (Oh, it keeps on trying me)
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel anxiet— (It keeps on trying, t-trying, trying, oh)
My anxiety, it's my anxiety, can't shake it off of me (It's my anxiety)
It's my anxiety, gotta keep it off of me (Can't shake it off of me)
It's my anxiety, can't shake it off of me (Oh, somebody's watchin' me)
It's my anxiety, gotta keep it off of me (Brrah)
Can't shake it off of me, shake, shake it off of me
It's my anxiety, gotta keep it off of me
Can't shake it off of me, shake, shake it off of me
It's my anxiety, gotta shake it off of me
Me
Me
I feel it quietly
Tryin' to silence me, yeah
My anxiety, can't shake it off of me
Somebody's watchin' me
And my anxiety, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Solo, no mojo
I bounce back, no pogo
Unhappy, no homo
New brands, no logos
Money on my jugular, natural hustler
Think I need a smuggler up in Russia
You could be my butler, shine my cutla'
Shout out to Oyenda, that's the guzzler
Okay, next thing, my life is a wet dream
I call it a sex scene, the back is a nice tease
I tried to escape, my life is a X-rate
I'm sorry, a sex tape, you only get one take
Quiet on the set, please
Rolling "Anxiety"
In three, two, one
[Refrain]
Anxiety, keep on tryin' me
I feel it quietly
Tryin' to silence me, yeah
Anxiety, shake it off of me
Somebody's watchin' me
It's my anxiety, yeah (Brrah)
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel it tryin' (Oh)
Keep it tryin', keep it tryin'
Oh, I feel the silence (Oh)
Keep it quiet, keep it tired, oh, somebody's touchin' me (Ooh, la-da, woah)
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel anxiet— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
My anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel it tryin' (It's my anxiety, can't let it conquer me)
Keep it tryin', keep it tryin', oh, I feel the silence (It's my anxiety, gotta shake it off of me)
Keep it quiet, keep it quiet, oh, somebody's watchin' me (It's my anxiety, can't let it caution me)
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel anxiety (It's my anxiety, gotta keep it off of me)
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel it tryin'
Keep it tryin', keep it tryin'
Oh, I feel the silence
Keep it quiet, keep it quiet
Oh, somebody's watching me
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel anxiety
Court order from Florid-er
What's in that clear blue water?
No limits, no borders
What's in that new world order?
Marco (Marco), Polo (Polo)
Negro run from popo (Popo)
That blue light and that rojo (Rojo)
[Bridge]
And it's like
I get this tightness in my chest
Like an elephant is standing on me
And I just let it take over
Anxiety keeps on trying me
Anxiety keeps on tryin' me, yeah
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel it tryin' (Ooh)
Keep it tryin', keep it tryin' (Oh)
Oh, I feel the silence
Keep it quiet, keep it quiet
Oh, somebody's watchin' me (Oh, it keeps on trying me)
Anxiety, anxiet—, oh, I feel anxiet— (It keeps on trying, t-trying, trying, oh)
My anxiety, it's my anxiety, can't shake it off of me (It's my anxiety)
It's my anxiety, gotta keep it off of me (Can't shake it off of me)
It's my anxiety, can't shake it off of me (Oh, somebody's watchin' me)
It's my anxiety, gotta keep it off of me (Brrah)
Can't shake it off of me, shake, shake it off of me
It's my anxiety, gotta keep it off of me
Can't shake it off of me, shake, shake it off of me
It's my anxiety, gotta shake it off of me
Me
Me
Writer: Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cash & Chow
Patek and panicked
I be fixin' shit up like mechanic
(Oh my Lord, it's Great John)
I cannot come through the front with no backend
Was a dummy now she double backin'
Please, do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please, do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
She took a flight for the Patek and panicked
I be fixin' shit up like mechanic
I hit it once, she gon' keep comin' back in
She be throwin' that shit, quarterbackin'
I cannot come through the front with no backend
Was a dummy, now she double backin'
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please don't give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Baby, I'm not one of those
Uh, I can't be trustin' these hoes
Uh, I put my trust in the dough
Feel like Uzi, I rock and roll
She said she love me, I already know
Said she love me, girl, I gotta go
I'm with my muddies, I'm back on the, uh
I'm with my muddies, I'm back on the road
Wait, I feel like Cash and Chow
It's too slizzy when I get around
She get it up and I'm puttin' it down
Said she never been to Pound Town
And she not alone, yeah, she came a buddy
My bitch bad 'cause I know it get ugly
And I'm gettin' deady, I feel like a mummy
Empty heart, you should fill it with money
Comedian guy, he keep thinkin' he funny
I'ma laugh when you turn to a duppy
Don't be cappin' like you really love me
Don't be actin' like you really— wait
She took a flight for the Patek and panicked
I be fixin' shit up like mechanic
I hit it once, she gon' keep comin' back in
She be throwin' that shit, quarterbackin'
I cannot come through the front with no backend
Was a dummy now she double backin'
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please don't give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please don't give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please don't give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma
Give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Give me your heart, I'ma
Give me your heart, I'ma
[Instrumental Break]
She took a flight for the Patek and panicked
I be fixin' shit up like mechanic
I hit it once, she gon' keep comin' back in
She be throwin' that shit, quarterbackin'
I cannot come through the front with no backend
Was a dummy, now she double backin'
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please don't give me your heart, I'ma crack it
I be fixin' shit up like mechanic
(Oh my Lord, it's Great John)
I cannot come through the front with no backend
Was a dummy now she double backin'
Please, do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please, do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
She took a flight for the Patek and panicked
I be fixin' shit up like mechanic
I hit it once, she gon' keep comin' back in
She be throwin' that shit, quarterbackin'
I cannot come through the front with no backend
Was a dummy, now she double backin'
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please don't give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Baby, I'm not one of those
Uh, I can't be trustin' these hoes
Uh, I put my trust in the dough
Feel like Uzi, I rock and roll
She said she love me, I already know
Said she love me, girl, I gotta go
I'm with my muddies, I'm back on the, uh
I'm with my muddies, I'm back on the road
Wait, I feel like Cash and Chow
It's too slizzy when I get around
She get it up and I'm puttin' it down
Said she never been to Pound Town
And she not alone, yeah, she came a buddy
My bitch bad 'cause I know it get ugly
And I'm gettin' deady, I feel like a mummy
Empty heart, you should fill it with money
Comedian guy, he keep thinkin' he funny
I'ma laugh when you turn to a duppy
Don't be cappin' like you really love me
Don't be actin' like you really— wait
She took a flight for the Patek and panicked
I be fixin' shit up like mechanic
I hit it once, she gon' keep comin' back in
She be throwin' that shit, quarterbackin'
I cannot come through the front with no backend
Was a dummy now she double backin'
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please don't give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please don't give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please don't give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma
Give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Give me your heart, I'ma
Give me your heart, I'ma
[Instrumental Break]
She took a flight for the Patek and panicked
I be fixin' shit up like mechanic
I hit it once, she gon' keep comin' back in
She be throwin' that shit, quarterbackin'
I cannot come through the front with no backend
Was a dummy, now she double backin'
Please do not give me your heart, I'ma, uh
Please don't give me your heart, I'ma crack it
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
GBG
(Mello made it right)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me, she poppin' her tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip, uh
Better get out the, f*ck that
Shit got lit, I was takin' that trip
Slide through me and Billy on some shit
Free Fresh, that's really the rib
Free Toe Tag, free Benji and Micc
He ain't with it, we do 'em like Rick
And shorty, she on me, she tryna get hit
Yeah, I'm Gucci, she Prada my drip
She said she adore my Dior kicks
F*ck a Uber, you gotta get Lyft
In the air, that's a opp in the spliff
Never care 'bout no popular shit
They might pick up the heat when I'm droppin' this shit
I'm a winner, you know I don't quit
They can't stand me, they know that they sick
Drive 'em crazy, don't got a permit
Bitch, I'm outta my body, I'm ready to glitch
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me, she poppin' her tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip, uh
Better get out the, f*ck that
Still ten toes with my foot in the mud
Said I'm ugly now she wanna f*ck
I stay with protection, my gun in my glove
Ain't no cappin', he really a thug
They been tryna be me since I got a buzz
They gon' hate that I'm gettin' the love
And baby, I'm sick like I'm catchin' a bug
Run up on me, he catchin' a slug
Gotta keep me a strap in this club
You know if he lack then we packin' 'em up
Took his strap, he ain't clap it enough
Ain't no cap in my rap, he a pack if he sus'
Shoot first, we ain't askin' 'em much
They like, "We gettin' active or what?"
New whip, I be switchin' shit up
And they know they can look
But they know not to touch
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me, she poppin' her tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't dropping a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip, uh
Better get out the, f*ck that
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me, she poppin' her tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip, uh
Better get out the, f*ck that
Shit got lit, I was takin' that trip
Slide through me and Billy on some shit
Free Fresh, that's really the rib
Free Toe Tag, free Benji and Micc
He ain't with it, we do 'em like Rick
And shorty, she on me, she tryna get hit
Yeah, I'm Gucci, she Prada my drip
She said she adore my Dior kicks
F*ck a Uber, you gotta get Lyft
In the air, that's a opp in the spliff
Never care 'bout no popular shit
They might pick up the heat when I'm droppin' this shit
I'm a winner, you know I don't quit
They can't stand me, they know that they sick
Drive 'em crazy, don't got a permit
Bitch, I'm outta my body, I'm ready to glitch
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me, she poppin' her tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip, uh
Better get out the, f*ck that
Still ten toes with my foot in the mud
Said I'm ugly now she wanna f*ck
I stay with protection, my gun in my glove
Ain't no cappin', he really a thug
They been tryna be me since I got a buzz
They gon' hate that I'm gettin' the love
And baby, I'm sick like I'm catchin' a bug
Run up on me, he catchin' a slug
Gotta keep me a strap in this club
You know if he lack then we packin' 'em up
Took his strap, he ain't clap it enough
Ain't no cap in my rap, he a pack if he sus'
Shoot first, we ain't askin' 'em much
They like, "We gettin' active or what?"
New whip, I be switchin' shit up
And they know they can look
But they know not to touch
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me, she poppin' her tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't dropping a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip, uh
Better get out the, f*ck that
Writer: Alexandra Tamposi, Andrew Wotman, Brian Lee, Carl Rosen, Johnathan Scott, Louis Bell, Marshmello, Selena Gomez, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
OTR Freestyle
Yessir, baby, On The Radar Radio freestyles
Yo, Sleepy Hallow in the building
I'ma step out, he gon' step in
Hold on
It's a wrap when I get in my zone, start glitchin'
They play with that boy and he clickin'
Smack a nigga like Will, I ain't have me a Smith'n
I was tryna bag it and flip it
Say you love me, I'm onto you bitches
They don't love me, they lovin' the riches
Had to chill, I was movin' too vicious
I gave Fresh one, I don't need two bitches
Brand new glizzy, I make it extend
Slip once, I ain't fallin' again
Cut you off, we ain't talkin' again
And I came in a Lamb but I left in a Benz
F*ck it up, I was born to win
Back then I just felt I was born to spin
If I up it he gone again
I told bro to get 'em he do it again
Let me stop, I been focused on money
'Cause mommy ain't raise no dummy
I do this for days, I was broke and bummy
Had a gun, I ain't have no honey
I slid on the jakes that day the got on me
Where I'm from, you get shot by your homie
Where I'm from, you can't hang, you don't know me
You gotta move tact when you slide on yo' doley
Lil' bro used to hop out the, hol' on
Baby, I'm back for real
I'm movin' tact for real
"What's that?" Girl that's the strap for real
Don't lack, that's how you get killed
But you ain't gotta be in the field
You could go to school and be real
You got a nine to five, so what?
Tell 'em niggas you could pay bills
F*ck it, I'm livin' life like I love it
Sometimes I just wanna dub it
Shorty a eater, I ain't tryna cuff it
What you talkin' soundin' like rubbish
I don't like parties, I don't like clubbin
If I go then the Glock comin'
(Uh, what, if I go then the Glock, hol' on)
Gotta watch who call yo' girl
Gotta watch who call ya mans
Lil' nigga the world is yours
Make some money then do it again
She try to play you, don't want you to win
It's gon' hurt when you f*ckin' her friend
You should ask her where she wanna cry
In a Lamb or up in a bed
Heard the feds all up on my head
They said that we let it off and we fled
You think Sleepy gon' tell on the gang?
I'm like, "Nigga, I'd rather be dead"
Like f*ck it, I'd rather be gone
Don't forget who was puttin' you on
Had ya chance but you took too long
Like I gotta chill, can't do too wrong, like
Like baby, I'm not one of them
Kiss and tell, we ain't f*ckin' again
He a rat, I can't trust him again
If he snitch once, he be snitchin' again
Body different, I said it again
I been growing up, clippin' my ends
They like Sleepy he did it a, uh
They like Sleepy he did it again
Yo, Sleepy Hallow in the building
I'ma step out, he gon' step in
Hold on
It's a wrap when I get in my zone, start glitchin'
They play with that boy and he clickin'
Smack a nigga like Will, I ain't have me a Smith'n
I was tryna bag it and flip it
Say you love me, I'm onto you bitches
They don't love me, they lovin' the riches
Had to chill, I was movin' too vicious
I gave Fresh one, I don't need two bitches
Brand new glizzy, I make it extend
Slip once, I ain't fallin' again
Cut you off, we ain't talkin' again
And I came in a Lamb but I left in a Benz
F*ck it up, I was born to win
Back then I just felt I was born to spin
If I up it he gone again
I told bro to get 'em he do it again
Let me stop, I been focused on money
'Cause mommy ain't raise no dummy
I do this for days, I was broke and bummy
Had a gun, I ain't have no honey
I slid on the jakes that day the got on me
Where I'm from, you get shot by your homie
Where I'm from, you can't hang, you don't know me
You gotta move tact when you slide on yo' doley
Lil' bro used to hop out the, hol' on
Baby, I'm back for real
I'm movin' tact for real
"What's that?" Girl that's the strap for real
Don't lack, that's how you get killed
But you ain't gotta be in the field
You could go to school and be real
You got a nine to five, so what?
Tell 'em niggas you could pay bills
F*ck it, I'm livin' life like I love it
Sometimes I just wanna dub it
Shorty a eater, I ain't tryna cuff it
What you talkin' soundin' like rubbish
I don't like parties, I don't like clubbin
If I go then the Glock comin'
(Uh, what, if I go then the Glock, hol' on)
Gotta watch who call yo' girl
Gotta watch who call ya mans
Lil' nigga the world is yours
Make some money then do it again
She try to play you, don't want you to win
It's gon' hurt when you f*ckin' her friend
You should ask her where she wanna cry
In a Lamb or up in a bed
Heard the feds all up on my head
They said that we let it off and we fled
You think Sleepy gon' tell on the gang?
I'm like, "Nigga, I'd rather be dead"
Like f*ck it, I'd rather be gone
Don't forget who was puttin' you on
Had ya chance but you took too long
Like I gotta chill, can't do too wrong, like
Like baby, I'm not one of them
Kiss and tell, we ain't f*ckin' again
He a rat, I can't trust him again
If he snitch once, he be snitchin' again
Body different, I said it again
I been growing up, clippin' my ends
They like Sleepy he did it a, uh
They like Sleepy he did it again
Writer: Lodrick Cunningham, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Goodbye
Great John on the beat by the way
Yeah, uh
Baby, I'm back and I'm better
Said she love me, I'm makin' it wetter
Yeah, she only left 'cause I let her
I'm like, how you gon' step on a stepper?
Yeah, bro on the block with Bereta
Cold as f*ck, said he need him a sweater
Nah, I'm finna go get him a jacket
If I pass you this grip, better blast it
I hit it once and I'm probably gon' pass it
Body different, I'm still with the action
Niggas be cappin', uh
Heard what happened to him, yeah, I know, it's tragic
Smokin' and laughin'
Bitch, I'm only happy if I get the backend
Bad bitch, how you classy and ratchet?
She throw it back, told me, "Clap it and slap it", uh
You know I'm stuck in the madness
It get bloody if we get it crackin', uh
Nah, he ain't gang, he ratted
Sippin' muddy, got opps in the ashes, uh
G-Lock still do damage
Don't know shit if the cops start askin', uh
This your shit, start spazzin'
You know I get it lit like matches
We just be startin' shit up
I'm like Giannis, I stay with them bucks
Yeah, slidin', we parkin' him up
Keep it shootin', he Daffy the Duck
Yeah, bro put 'em down, get 'em up
Leavin' shit like he forgot to flush
Uh, still get them packs in a rush
Still movin' tact, I still could get you brushed, uh
I never ask for much
I got opps, so I have to clutch
It ain't even Christmas, we wrapped him up
In the trap, I was baggin' up
Now I'm with your bitch in the back of truck
Think I like her, she bad as f*ck
She said, if I'm gon' spend a bag or what
If I'm gon' pop a tag or what
What car do I drive, is it fast enough
Ninety-three when I gas it up
I been on the block, had to pass it up
Did it twice so they know it ain't luck, uh
Yeah, look
Baby, I'm back and I'm better
Said she love me, I'm makin' it wetter
Yeah, she only left 'cause I let her
I'm like, how you gon' step on a stepper?
Yeah, bro on the block with Bereta
Cold as f*ck, said he need him a sweater
Nah, I'm finna go get him a jacket
If I pass you this grip, better blast it
Look
Baby, I'm back and I'm better
Said she love me, I'm makin' it wetter
Yeah, she only left 'cause I let her
I'm like, how you gon' step on a stepper?
Yeah, bro on the block with Bereta
Cold as f*ck, said he need him a sweater
Nah, I'm finna go get him a jacket
If I pass you this grip, better blast it
Yeah, uh
Baby, I'm back and I'm better
Said she love me, I'm makin' it wetter
Yeah, she only left 'cause I let her
I'm like, how you gon' step on a stepper?
Yeah, bro on the block with Bereta
Cold as f*ck, said he need him a sweater
Nah, I'm finna go get him a jacket
If I pass you this grip, better blast it
I hit it once and I'm probably gon' pass it
Body different, I'm still with the action
Niggas be cappin', uh
Heard what happened to him, yeah, I know, it's tragic
Smokin' and laughin'
Bitch, I'm only happy if I get the backend
Bad bitch, how you classy and ratchet?
She throw it back, told me, "Clap it and slap it", uh
You know I'm stuck in the madness
It get bloody if we get it crackin', uh
Nah, he ain't gang, he ratted
Sippin' muddy, got opps in the ashes, uh
G-Lock still do damage
Don't know shit if the cops start askin', uh
This your shit, start spazzin'
You know I get it lit like matches
We just be startin' shit up
I'm like Giannis, I stay with them bucks
Yeah, slidin', we parkin' him up
Keep it shootin', he Daffy the Duck
Yeah, bro put 'em down, get 'em up
Leavin' shit like he forgot to flush
Uh, still get them packs in a rush
Still movin' tact, I still could get you brushed, uh
I never ask for much
I got opps, so I have to clutch
It ain't even Christmas, we wrapped him up
In the trap, I was baggin' up
Now I'm with your bitch in the back of truck
Think I like her, she bad as f*ck
She said, if I'm gon' spend a bag or what
If I'm gon' pop a tag or what
What car do I drive, is it fast enough
Ninety-three when I gas it up
I been on the block, had to pass it up
Did it twice so they know it ain't luck, uh
Yeah, look
Baby, I'm back and I'm better
Said she love me, I'm makin' it wetter
Yeah, she only left 'cause I let her
I'm like, how you gon' step on a stepper?
Yeah, bro on the block with Bereta
Cold as f*ck, said he need him a sweater
Nah, I'm finna go get him a jacket
If I pass you this grip, better blast it
Look
Baby, I'm back and I'm better
Said she love me, I'm makin' it wetter
Yeah, she only left 'cause I let her
I'm like, how you gon' step on a stepper?
Yeah, bro on the block with Bereta
Cold as f*ck, said he need him a sweater
Nah, I'm finna go get him a jacket
If I pass you this grip, better blast it
Writer: Jonathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Larry Troutman, Tegan Chambers, William Beck
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
BWV
Great John on the beat by the way
Gettin' high got me stuck in my feels
Still clutchin' the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
And they still tellin' me "Chill"
Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills
From the bottom, she toppin' me still
I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel
Think I'm racist, all black in the field
Like, "How is he famous still with all the drills?"
Got the juice, I ain't lettin' it spill
I fell back and they mention me still
Whenever we step, it's a hit or a kill
They like, "Sleepy, you trippin', we know that you will"
Uh, bitch, stop tellin' me, "Chill"
Like Danny Glover, I make movies for real, uh
Momma, you good on the bills
And grandma just wanna see that I prevail
Probably mad that I ain't go to Yale
But f*ck it, your grandson doin' well
Used to hate that I ain't wear a belt
But I couldn't buy all the drip
Me and bro tryna find us a lick
Shooter Gang, bitch, you know who I'm with
We clutchin', like, "Boy, who you runnin' to get?"
Extra clips, we be doublin' it
Same bitch let me f*ck, she was dubbin' and shit
Now she see me, she huggin' and shit
She told me she love me, she buggin' and shit
Baby girl got a man, but she with it, uh
Just give me the digits
And call me when he not around, I can kick it
Said he flexin' that bread, but don't spend it
Don't mean I might buy you a Birkin for business
And baby, you know how I'm livin'
So I can't be trustin' these niggas and women
Can't be trustin' these-, look
Gettin' high, got me stuck in my feels
Still clutchin' the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
And they still tellin' me, "Chill"
Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills
From the bottom, she toppin' me still
I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel
Yeah (huh)
She already know how I feel (she do)
I take her to one of them places (I do)
He a killer, he got one of them faces
Come with the pussy, I come with the payment
She ain't comin' if she under the ages (nah)
Uh (uh), I call Gino and he come with an Asian (yeah)
I'm off the Perc, yeah, I'm goin' through phases (look)
Nigga, I'm over the standin' ovations (uh)
I want money, not congratulations
You better find somebody else to play with
'Cause the killers runnin' out of patience (bow)
And a nigga like me (a nigga like me)
You'll never see a nigga like me (nah)
I take care of home and I deal with the streets
And I never mix the business with beef (nah)
That's like the number one rule (it is)
I took her, the kids in the middle of coupe
I battle demons in my sleep
I wake up and help them make it to school (huh, yeah)
I wake up and help them make it to school
Gettin' high, got me stuck in my feels
Still clutchin' the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
And they still tellin' me, "Chill"
Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills
From the bottom, she toppin' me still
I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel
Gettin' high got me stuck in my feels
Still clutchin' the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
And they still tellin' me "Chill"
Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills
From the bottom, she toppin' me still
I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel
Think I'm racist, all black in the field
Like, "How is he famous still with all the drills?"
Got the juice, I ain't lettin' it spill
I fell back and they mention me still
Whenever we step, it's a hit or a kill
They like, "Sleepy, you trippin', we know that you will"
Uh, bitch, stop tellin' me, "Chill"
Like Danny Glover, I make movies for real, uh
Momma, you good on the bills
And grandma just wanna see that I prevail
Probably mad that I ain't go to Yale
But f*ck it, your grandson doin' well
Used to hate that I ain't wear a belt
But I couldn't buy all the drip
Me and bro tryna find us a lick
Shooter Gang, bitch, you know who I'm with
We clutchin', like, "Boy, who you runnin' to get?"
Extra clips, we be doublin' it
Same bitch let me f*ck, she was dubbin' and shit
Now she see me, she huggin' and shit
She told me she love me, she buggin' and shit
Baby girl got a man, but she with it, uh
Just give me the digits
And call me when he not around, I can kick it
Said he flexin' that bread, but don't spend it
Don't mean I might buy you a Birkin for business
And baby, you know how I'm livin'
So I can't be trustin' these niggas and women
Can't be trustin' these-, look
Gettin' high, got me stuck in my feels
Still clutchin' the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
And they still tellin' me, "Chill"
Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills
From the bottom, she toppin' me still
I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel
Yeah (huh)
She already know how I feel (she do)
I take her to one of them places (I do)
He a killer, he got one of them faces
Come with the pussy, I come with the payment
She ain't comin' if she under the ages (nah)
Uh (uh), I call Gino and he come with an Asian (yeah)
I'm off the Perc, yeah, I'm goin' through phases (look)
Nigga, I'm over the standin' ovations (uh)
I want money, not congratulations
You better find somebody else to play with
'Cause the killers runnin' out of patience (bow)
And a nigga like me (a nigga like me)
You'll never see a nigga like me (nah)
I take care of home and I deal with the streets
And I never mix the business with beef (nah)
That's like the number one rule (it is)
I took her, the kids in the middle of coupe
I battle demons in my sleep
I wake up and help them make it to school (huh, yeah)
I wake up and help them make it to school
Gettin' high, got me stuck in my feels
Still clutchin' the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
And they still tellin' me, "Chill"
Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills
From the bottom, she toppin' me still
I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel
Writer: Brian Alexander Morgan, Jonathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Maxie Lee Ryles III, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For You
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Shot, everything dead
Four more shots to the, huh, huh
Four more shots to the, huh, huh
Four more shots to the
I called up my brother and he wouldn't ride it
I found out he told and that shit broke my heart
Anxiety running through my f*cking veins
I'm thinkin' bout this shit, I feel pain in my heart
And I been going through it with my BM
I can't let her go, she was there from the start
And lately we've been breaking apart
They said I lost my glow, I'm tryna find my spark (grrah)
I tell bitches I love 'em, I just wanna f*ck
I keep a smile but I'm hurting inside
And they say they love me, I don't give a f*ck
My baby a star so she got me struck
Know them niggas talking on me better duck
Like four-deep, four guns and a truck
I stay away, I be falling in love
But I'd rather her loyalty over her love
Like she a baddie, she look good in morning
And when I f*ck up I never say I'm sorry
Like we go together cause' we both sluts
And if she call my phone I be there in a heartbeat
And she know I'm a demon but for her I'm soft
Like off the perky, on her I be sauced
She tell me she love me, bitch, I love you more
I know niggas envy, had to cut 'em off, bitch (bitch)
No, I don't like to party
Keep a choppa even though I'm a artist
Gotta watch who you know, I'm a target
They like, "How he gon' shine through the darkness?" Like
Uh, look what we started
R.i.p to love cause' that shit went departed
Tryna hold you like I hold my 40
But I'm watching your shit through a story
It get cold like it's snowing and shit
Keep a knocker, I'm throwing that shit
Said she say she love me, I'm already knowin' that shit
And I love her just hard for me showin' that shit
Had to stop with the lean, I was pourin'
When I'm sober this shit get boring
Hopped in the Lamb, hit gas, shit roarin'
On call, got lil' bro scorin', like
I want your love I just don't want the problems
Would you love me if I ain't have nothing?
He just a steppa, you know I be stompin'
I'm on go, you should tell me to stop it
I know it's makin' you sick but I'm sicker
I know you could get slick but I'm slicker
Baby, I'm not just a, uh, hol' on
Baby, I'm not just a regular nigga
I called up my brother and he wouldn't ride it
I found out he told and that shit broke my heart
Anxiety running through my f*cking veins
I'm thinkin' bout this shit, I feel pain in my heart
And I been going through it with my BM
I can't let her go, she was there from the start
And lately we've been breaking apart
They said I lost my glow, I'm tryna find my spark
Shot, everything dead
Four more shots to the, huh, huh
Four more shots to the, huh, huh
Four more shots to the
I called up my brother and he wouldn't ride it
I found out he told and that shit broke my heart
Anxiety running through my f*cking veins
I'm thinkin' bout this shit, I feel pain in my heart
And I been going through it with my BM
I can't let her go, she was there from the start
And lately we've been breaking apart
They said I lost my glow, I'm tryna find my spark (grrah)
I tell bitches I love 'em, I just wanna f*ck
I keep a smile but I'm hurting inside
And they say they love me, I don't give a f*ck
My baby a star so she got me struck
Know them niggas talking on me better duck
Like four-deep, four guns and a truck
I stay away, I be falling in love
But I'd rather her loyalty over her love
Like she a baddie, she look good in morning
And when I f*ck up I never say I'm sorry
Like we go together cause' we both sluts
And if she call my phone I be there in a heartbeat
And she know I'm a demon but for her I'm soft
Like off the perky, on her I be sauced
She tell me she love me, bitch, I love you more
I know niggas envy, had to cut 'em off, bitch (bitch)
No, I don't like to party
Keep a choppa even though I'm a artist
Gotta watch who you know, I'm a target
They like, "How he gon' shine through the darkness?" Like
Uh, look what we started
R.i.p to love cause' that shit went departed
Tryna hold you like I hold my 40
But I'm watching your shit through a story
It get cold like it's snowing and shit
Keep a knocker, I'm throwing that shit
Said she say she love me, I'm already knowin' that shit
And I love her just hard for me showin' that shit
Had to stop with the lean, I was pourin'
When I'm sober this shit get boring
Hopped in the Lamb, hit gas, shit roarin'
On call, got lil' bro scorin', like
I want your love I just don't want the problems
Would you love me if I ain't have nothing?
He just a steppa, you know I be stompin'
I'm on go, you should tell me to stop it
I know it's makin' you sick but I'm sicker
I know you could get slick but I'm slicker
Baby, I'm not just a, uh, hol' on
Baby, I'm not just a regular nigga
I called up my brother and he wouldn't ride it
I found out he told and that shit broke my heart
Anxiety running through my f*cking veins
I'm thinkin' bout this shit, I feel pain in my heart
And I been going through it with my BM
I can't let her go, she was there from the start
And lately we've been breaking apart
They said I lost my glow, I'm tryna find my spark
Writer: Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers, Zaire Rivera
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pain Talk
You're the highlight of my dreams when I go to sleep
I don't wanna wake up for nothing
Everytime I dream I think I found peace
(Great John on the beat, by the way!)
Then I wake up and feel like I can't
Still smoke a pack to the face
Gettin' high only way to escape
Even when I be feelin' a way, I'ma tell 'em, "I'm doin' okay"
Like, don't say you love me when I'm in the grave
Don't you act like you feelin' my pain
When I took a L, it was part of the game
As a man all you got is your name
Feel like me and the judge in the race
If I crash, she gon' lock me away
Got a Perc', I might pop it today
Said I'd stop but I'm stuck in my ways
And I work like I'm tryna get a raise
She said, "If you loved me, then you would've stayed"
I know what she feelin', that's played
I ain't really tryna bring you pain
Would you love me if I was a lame?
That'd mean minus the watch and the chain
Had no car? Had to walk in the rain?
Bentley truck, but you get what I'm sayin'
Gettin' money, don't care for the fame
EBK, we don't care what you claim
Got no license, let's go on a chase
I be switchin' and swervin' mid lane
Double X, tried to get me too late
I said no 'cause I found that shit strange
Don't be lackin' out here, it ain't safe
Take a L, you get hit with a K
Niggas hate it when you gettin' cake
Been through shit but you couldn't relate
'Member me and big bro in the Wraith
Thinkin' back, we was lookin' for stains
Can't believe I was askin' for change
Can't believe that this shit really changed
In the trap, we was flippin' them thangs
Said you root for them troops for the gang
And my shooters ain't been in no range
Double-back like we puttin' in pain
If you with it, then do what you sayin'
Made you better now you got to lay it
Ain't nobody think Tjay'll stick, couldn't pay 'em no mind, I know
Industry won't acknowledge my gift so f*ck 'em niggas, I'm just here for my dough
First, I'm gettin' six figures on stage, checkbooks lookin' like there's a typo
Woke up one day, my pockets was flat, the next day look like I just gave 'em lightbulbs
Love the Gods, but they never need a gang, that's me, what did I show?
All the time when I spit, that shit be flames, más o menos, so that's how the price go
In the line like they watchin' how I move, I have to shoot for them trenches, still approved
Love my fans but you see me keep it smooth, we at war right now, I ain't tryna lose
Soothe, soothe, see him there? He get left up on the news
I got shot in my neck, that shit could of went left, not my lungs, still I'm standin', shit to prove
For them pussy boys, they know what we do, I be doin' it better, be the same
Steady jet, when I see that boy, he flew, Drilly killed his shit, never finna change
Gang, gang, gang, gang
(Gang) Gang, gang, gang
(Gang, gang) Gang-gang
Gang-gang, gang-gang
Still smoke a pack to the face
Gettin' high only way to escape
Even when I be feelin' a way
I'ma tell 'em, "I'm doin' okay"
Like, don't say you love me when I'm in the grave
Don't you act like you feelin' my pain
When I took a L, it was part of the game
As a man all you got is your name
I don't wanna wake up for nothing
Everytime I dream I think I found peace
(Great John on the beat, by the way!)
Then I wake up and feel like I can't
Still smoke a pack to the face
Gettin' high only way to escape
Even when I be feelin' a way, I'ma tell 'em, "I'm doin' okay"
Like, don't say you love me when I'm in the grave
Don't you act like you feelin' my pain
When I took a L, it was part of the game
As a man all you got is your name
Feel like me and the judge in the race
If I crash, she gon' lock me away
Got a Perc', I might pop it today
Said I'd stop but I'm stuck in my ways
And I work like I'm tryna get a raise
She said, "If you loved me, then you would've stayed"
I know what she feelin', that's played
I ain't really tryna bring you pain
Would you love me if I was a lame?
That'd mean minus the watch and the chain
Had no car? Had to walk in the rain?
Bentley truck, but you get what I'm sayin'
Gettin' money, don't care for the fame
EBK, we don't care what you claim
Got no license, let's go on a chase
I be switchin' and swervin' mid lane
Double X, tried to get me too late
I said no 'cause I found that shit strange
Don't be lackin' out here, it ain't safe
Take a L, you get hit with a K
Niggas hate it when you gettin' cake
Been through shit but you couldn't relate
'Member me and big bro in the Wraith
Thinkin' back, we was lookin' for stains
Can't believe I was askin' for change
Can't believe that this shit really changed
In the trap, we was flippin' them thangs
Said you root for them troops for the gang
And my shooters ain't been in no range
Double-back like we puttin' in pain
If you with it, then do what you sayin'
Made you better now you got to lay it
Ain't nobody think Tjay'll stick, couldn't pay 'em no mind, I know
Industry won't acknowledge my gift so f*ck 'em niggas, I'm just here for my dough
First, I'm gettin' six figures on stage, checkbooks lookin' like there's a typo
Woke up one day, my pockets was flat, the next day look like I just gave 'em lightbulbs
Love the Gods, but they never need a gang, that's me, what did I show?
All the time when I spit, that shit be flames, más o menos, so that's how the price go
In the line like they watchin' how I move, I have to shoot for them trenches, still approved
Love my fans but you see me keep it smooth, we at war right now, I ain't tryna lose
Soothe, soothe, see him there? He get left up on the news
I got shot in my neck, that shit could of went left, not my lungs, still I'm standin', shit to prove
For them pussy boys, they know what we do, I be doin' it better, be the same
Steady jet, when I see that boy, he flew, Drilly killed his shit, never finna change
Gang, gang, gang, gang
(Gang) Gang, gang, gang
(Gang, gang) Gang-gang
Gang-gang, gang-gang
Still smoke a pack to the face
Gettin' high only way to escape
Even when I be feelin' a way
I'ma tell 'em, "I'm doin' okay"
Like, don't say you love me when I'm in the grave
Don't you act like you feelin' my pain
When I took a L, it was part of the game
As a man all you got is your name
Writer: Jonathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Die Young
Lookin' through my memories, fallin' into jealousy
How can I miss you? You're really just my enemy
Breakin' apart, but I gotta hold my legacy
And I don't wanna die- (Great John on the beat by the way)
I don't-I don't wanna die young and-
Ayy, I don't wanna die young, so I stay with a stick
Still on that shit, f*ck two times six
Forgot who I was, let me talk my shit, like
Sturdiana
Buss a move when I get up behind ya
Shorty bad, she get it from her mama
I do what I do and she do what she wanna
That's a fact, ain't no cap
Me and Sheff had to run up them racks
If you miss then we doublin' back
2018, I was stuck in the trap
Fell in love and I got too attached
Heart got broke, it ain't no comin' back
If you up it, ain't no comin' back
F*ck with my opps, it ain't no comin' back
Is you with it?
If you up it, I up it, let's get it
Sleepy ain't feel no love in a minute
But f*ck it 'cause I ain't been broke in a minute
And your bitch hit me up said she just wanna f*ck
'Cause she ain't feel the strokes in a minute
You know me, I be hittin' it different
So you can't get her back when I'm finished
So you can't get her-
When I'm cookin,' I'm not in the kitchen
I'm probably somewhere outta town doin' business
So, I'm sorry if I couldn't kick it
I got attached, so I had to go missin'
Said she love me that's part of my mission
Niggas be fake, gotta keep 'em at distance
Baby stop all that trippin', you should just listen
Three words, my body different
So I'm lookin' through my memories, fallin' into jealousy
How can I miss you? You're really just my enemy (ayy)
Breakin' apart, but I gotta hold my legacy
And I don't wanna die-
I don't-I don't wanna die young and-
I don't wanna die young that might make mama crazy
No ocean, I'm too wavy
No therapy could save me
Took L's, been winnin' lately
Locked in ain't no escapin'
Sometimes I get impatient
Mask on, no face no, cases
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fall back, baby, I gotta breath
Fear nobody, I'm ready to bleed
And she for the streets, she not for me
From a place where they never believe
In the hood, thought I never would leave
Like, what would you do if you run into me?
Grab the choppa and you better squeeze
Had no knockers, he bob and he weave
If I go better follow my lead
I still make it hot, like a hunnid degrees
Show no love 'cause it's hard to receive
You seen what I seen then you'd probably agree
Cops and robbers, I'm playin' the thief
And mama told me not to play in these streets
It's too late 'cause I'm playin' for keeps
So I'm lookin' through my memories, fallin' into jealousy
How can I miss you? You're really just my enemy
Breakin' apart, but I gotta hold my legacy (I don't wanna die young)
And I don't wanna die
I don't-I don't wanna die young and- (I don't wanna die young)
So I'm lookin' through my memories, fallin' into jealousy
How can I miss you? You're really just my enemy
Breakin' apart, but I gotta hold my legacy (I don't wanna die young)
And I don't wanna die
I don't-I don't wanna die young and-
Damn
So I'm-
Damn
I don't wanna die young and-
So I'm-
How can I miss you? You're really just my enemy
Breakin' apart, but I gotta hold my legacy
And I don't wanna die- (Great John on the beat by the way)
I don't-I don't wanna die young and-
Ayy, I don't wanna die young, so I stay with a stick
Still on that shit, f*ck two times six
Forgot who I was, let me talk my shit, like
Sturdiana
Buss a move when I get up behind ya
Shorty bad, she get it from her mama
I do what I do and she do what she wanna
That's a fact, ain't no cap
Me and Sheff had to run up them racks
If you miss then we doublin' back
2018, I was stuck in the trap
Fell in love and I got too attached
Heart got broke, it ain't no comin' back
If you up it, ain't no comin' back
F*ck with my opps, it ain't no comin' back
Is you with it?
If you up it, I up it, let's get it
Sleepy ain't feel no love in a minute
But f*ck it 'cause I ain't been broke in a minute
And your bitch hit me up said she just wanna f*ck
'Cause she ain't feel the strokes in a minute
You know me, I be hittin' it different
So you can't get her back when I'm finished
So you can't get her-
When I'm cookin,' I'm not in the kitchen
I'm probably somewhere outta town doin' business
So, I'm sorry if I couldn't kick it
I got attached, so I had to go missin'
Said she love me that's part of my mission
Niggas be fake, gotta keep 'em at distance
Baby stop all that trippin', you should just listen
Three words, my body different
So I'm lookin' through my memories, fallin' into jealousy
How can I miss you? You're really just my enemy (ayy)
Breakin' apart, but I gotta hold my legacy
And I don't wanna die-
I don't-I don't wanna die young and-
I don't wanna die young that might make mama crazy
No ocean, I'm too wavy
No therapy could save me
Took L's, been winnin' lately
Locked in ain't no escapin'
Sometimes I get impatient
Mask on, no face no, cases
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fall back, baby, I gotta breath
Fear nobody, I'm ready to bleed
And she for the streets, she not for me
From a place where they never believe
In the hood, thought I never would leave
Like, what would you do if you run into me?
Grab the choppa and you better squeeze
Had no knockers, he bob and he weave
If I go better follow my lead
I still make it hot, like a hunnid degrees
Show no love 'cause it's hard to receive
You seen what I seen then you'd probably agree
Cops and robbers, I'm playin' the thief
And mama told me not to play in these streets
It's too late 'cause I'm playin' for keeps
So I'm lookin' through my memories, fallin' into jealousy
How can I miss you? You're really just my enemy
Breakin' apart, but I gotta hold my legacy (I don't wanna die young)
And I don't wanna die
I don't-I don't wanna die young and- (I don't wanna die young)
So I'm lookin' through my memories, fallin' into jealousy
How can I miss you? You're really just my enemy
Breakin' apart, but I gotta hold my legacy (I don't wanna die young)
And I don't wanna die
I don't-I don't wanna die young and-
Damn
So I'm-
Damn
I don't wanna die young and-
So I'm-
Writer: Aidan Fuller, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Self Control
Giving up my self control
'Cause tryna keep away is hopeless
Baby, will you let me know?
Let me know if it's showing
Giving up my self control
How I let myself get too wild
Hold me down or let me go
Don't forget me baby, don't be senile
She said that she wanna be my lover
Love me like I'm family or brother
That's my uh, I can't treat her like no other
Yeah that's my uh
She can't treat me like no other
This ain't no regular
This ain't no regular whip
She ain't no regular
She ain't no regular bitch
This ain't a regular Glock
That ain't no regular clip
Boy you a regular opp
I send a regular hit
Jail tests my patience
In ninth grade, I dropped out and started chasing
And my dog ain't been the same since they laced him
Yeah, my dog ain't been the same since they laced him
Say what you want, I used to play for fun
I started playing with guns
Run up on niggas and aim it up
Play with us, please don't play with us
Savage, bet I'll spray it up
Bad bitch wanna lay with us
I don't know what I'm capable of
Baby, I been doing so much
Why it never feel like enough?
You know I be in the cut
You should stay away, this ain't what you want
I ain't tryna be alone, but I do better on my own
Giving up my self control
'Cause tryna keep away is hopeless
Baby, will you let me know?
Let me know if it's showing
Giving up my self control
How I let myself get too wild
Hold me down or let me go
Don't forget me, baby, don't be senile
I came up from nada
Nike turned to Prada
Robber robbed the robbers
Shooter shoot the shottas
Bitch, I got a daughter, I'm a Poppa
I just hope I don't get locked up
In the spot with a choppa
Shit got real, you ain't pop up
I'm too sick, need a doctor
I be ballin', need a sponsor
She don't love me, she just want bucks
I don't really love her, I just wanna f*ck
I can't sleep, gotta stay up
Can't lay up
We got demons on us
They be in the cut
Giving up my self control
'Cause tryna keep away is hopeless
Baby, will you let me know?
Let me know if it's showing
Giving up my self control
'Cause tryna keep away is hopeless
Baby, will you let me know?
Let me know if it's showing
'Cause tryna keep away is hopeless
Baby, will you let me know?
Let me know if it's showing
Giving up my self control
How I let myself get too wild
Hold me down or let me go
Don't forget me baby, don't be senile
She said that she wanna be my lover
Love me like I'm family or brother
That's my uh, I can't treat her like no other
Yeah that's my uh
She can't treat me like no other
This ain't no regular
This ain't no regular whip
She ain't no regular
She ain't no regular bitch
This ain't a regular Glock
That ain't no regular clip
Boy you a regular opp
I send a regular hit
Jail tests my patience
In ninth grade, I dropped out and started chasing
And my dog ain't been the same since they laced him
Yeah, my dog ain't been the same since they laced him
Say what you want, I used to play for fun
I started playing with guns
Run up on niggas and aim it up
Play with us, please don't play with us
Savage, bet I'll spray it up
Bad bitch wanna lay with us
I don't know what I'm capable of
Baby, I been doing so much
Why it never feel like enough?
You know I be in the cut
You should stay away, this ain't what you want
I ain't tryna be alone, but I do better on my own
Giving up my self control
'Cause tryna keep away is hopeless
Baby, will you let me know?
Let me know if it's showing
Giving up my self control
How I let myself get too wild
Hold me down or let me go
Don't forget me, baby, don't be senile
I came up from nada
Nike turned to Prada
Robber robbed the robbers
Shooter shoot the shottas
Bitch, I got a daughter, I'm a Poppa
I just hope I don't get locked up
In the spot with a choppa
Shit got real, you ain't pop up
I'm too sick, need a doctor
I be ballin', need a sponsor
She don't love me, she just want bucks
I don't really love her, I just wanna f*ck
I can't sleep, gotta stay up
Can't lay up
We got demons on us
They be in the cut
Giving up my self control
'Cause tryna keep away is hopeless
Baby, will you let me know?
Let me know if it's showing
Giving up my self control
'Cause tryna keep away is hopeless
Baby, will you let me know?
Let me know if it's showing
Writer: Jonathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Perky Man
No real Percs were taken in the making of this song
Kids, do not do drugs
Great John on the beat by the way
(Hello there, if you ever need a Perc, you call the 1-800-PerkyMan)
No real Percs were taken in the making of this song
Kids, do not do drugs
Mello made it right
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
'Cause I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the yerky man
Are you on drugs?
'Cause I'm on drugs
Do you want drugs?
'Cause I want drugs
I take half a Perc just to brighten my day
Take two more and best believe I'm gon' escape
I take tens, twenties, thirties, they not fake
All these Perc's is 'bout to make me go to space
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
'Cause I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the yerky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the yerky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
'Cause I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the yerky man
No real Percs were taken in the making of this song
Kids, do not do drugs
Kids, do not do drugs
Great John on the beat by the way
(Hello there, if you ever need a Perc, you call the 1-800-PerkyMan)
No real Percs were taken in the making of this song
Kids, do not do drugs
Mello made it right
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
'Cause I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the yerky man
Are you on drugs?
'Cause I'm on drugs
Do you want drugs?
'Cause I want drugs
I take half a Perc just to brighten my day
Take two more and best believe I'm gon' escape
I take tens, twenties, thirties, they not fake
All these Perc's is 'bout to make me go to space
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
'Cause I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the yerky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the yerky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
'Cause I'm friends with the Perky man
Are you friends with the Perky man?
I'm friends with the yerky man
No real Percs were taken in the making of this song
Kids, do not do drugs
Writer: Jessiah Bratcher, Jonathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Marshmello, Michael Rivers, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Purple Heart
Great John on the beat by the way
Ayy, I should have a purple heart for all the shit I been through
I love you 'cause you different, that's the type of shit I'm into
Lil' bro get to drawin' weapons, he don't need a pencil
Baby, I'm a one of one, know I'm too official
Uh, baby, I got issues
Swear this shit been f*ckin' with my mental, uh
I can't tell nobody if I miss you, uh
Please, don't tell nobody if I kiss you
If I, uh
Wipe my tears with money, f*ck a tissue, uh
I can't walk with you, they say you ran through, uh
Bad vibes put me in a bad mood, uh
Mob ties, I be with the gang too, uh
How he Supa Crip, he leavin' bitches on read? Uh
I feel like Lil Uzi, all my friends dead
And I can't get you out my head
No, I can't get you out my head
That's the money callin'
And we don't make mistakes, we makin' money often
They only care about you when you in a coffin
Or when you up in jail, I hope my bro get bail
I'm screamin', "Free my dawgs and R.I.P. who not here"
Ayy, I should have a purple heart for all the shit I been through
I love you 'cause you different, that's the type of shit I'm into
Lil' bro get to drawin' weapons, he don't need a pencil
Baby, I'm a one of one, know I'm too official
Uh, baby, I got issues
Swear this shit been f*ckin' with my mental, uh
I can't tell nobody if I miss you, uh
Please, don't tell nobody if I kiss you
If I
Ayy, I should have a purple heart for all the shit I been through
I love you 'cause you different, that's the type of shit I'm into
Lil' bro get to drawin' weapons, he don't need a pencil
Baby, I'm a one of one, know I'm too official
Uh, baby, I got issues
Swear this shit been f*ckin' with my mental, uh
I can't tell nobody if I miss you, uh
Please, don't tell nobody if I kiss you
If I, uh
Wipe my tears with money, f*ck a tissue, uh
I can't walk with you, they say you ran through, uh
Bad vibes put me in a bad mood, uh
Mob ties, I be with the gang too, uh
How he Supa Crip, he leavin' bitches on read? Uh
I feel like Lil Uzi, all my friends dead
And I can't get you out my head
No, I can't get you out my head
That's the money callin'
And we don't make mistakes, we makin' money often
They only care about you when you in a coffin
Or when you up in jail, I hope my bro get bail
I'm screamin', "Free my dawgs and R.I.P. who not here"
Ayy, I should have a purple heart for all the shit I been through
I love you 'cause you different, that's the type of shit I'm into
Lil' bro get to drawin' weapons, he don't need a pencil
Baby, I'm a one of one, know I'm too official
Uh, baby, I got issues
Swear this shit been f*ckin' with my mental, uh
I can't tell nobody if I miss you, uh
Please, don't tell nobody if I kiss you
If I
Writer: Jonathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sleepy Hallow's second studio album, Boy Meets World, was released in September of 2023. The album included appearances from Fivio Foreign, Doechii, Marshmello, and others, and rose to the number 17 slot on the U.S. Billboard 200 chart.
-Amazon Music
Performed By:
Sleepy Hallow-Amazon Music
Featuring: Fivio Foreign, Doechii, Marshmello
Genre(s): Brooklyn drill
Released: September 15th, 2023
Year: 2023
