Trippie Redd - A Love Letter To You 4 Album Lyrics

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Leray

Good to not be you
It was love at first sight and misery after two months
Always feeling f*cked up either by love or no love
"I thought you was married to the single life", she said
I wasn't necessarily looking for happiness, just less pain
I should've said somethin'
You said the only thing wrong with money is you ain't have enough of it
You said you deserve better, and now so do I
Anyways, the best part of us was me
When you got with me, you were a genius
Now without me you have to live life as an idiot
I don't write songs, I write life, I told you that
And you were only f*ckin' with my feelings because you didn't know your own
I do miss who I thought you were
And sometimes I'm miserable without you
So it's just like you're still here, shit

I need you to show me
Love me, love me closely
Love me like you own me
And my heart
I need you to show me
Love me, love me closely
Love me like you own me
And my heart, yeah

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Who Needs Love

Yeah
F*ck your love, f*ck it
I don't want none of it (yeah)
F*ck your trust, f*ck it
I don't want none of it, no (yeah)
F*ck you, f*ck you
I don't need your love, love, yeah

Yeah, but who needs love (love)
That ain't never changed, shit (yeah)
Still the same, I never changed bitch
I been rolling 'round with the same clique
I been rolling 'round with the gang, bitch
F*ck your squad and who you came with
In a foreign car, switching lanes quick
And I'm destined for this f*cking greatness, ay

And I don't got time for a bitch
that's gonna slow a nigga like me down (yeah, yeah)
'Cause I keep on speed racing to the motherf*cking cash
Nigga, I'm a f*cking cash cow (ahh)
Stuntin' like my motherf*cking daddy bitch (yeah)
Spend a hundred on a ring and a Patek wrist (yeah)
And the chopper on my hip is automatic bitch (automatic)
Get the brrah, get to blasting shit, yeah (bow!)

Don't f*ck with me, don't say that (don't say that)
That bullshit, shorty save that (save that)
I knew shorty since way back, way back when
I was eatin' it up, beatin' it up, ay
Eatin' it up, beatin' it up, ay
Feastin' it up, feastin' it up, ay
Livin' it up, livin' it up, ay
We did it yeah, we did it yeah, ay (yeah)
Still the same, no (ay)
Still the same, hoe, yeah (okay)

F*ck your love, f*ck it
I don't want none of it (yeah)
F*ck your trust, f*ck it
I don't want none of it, no (yeah)
F*ck you, f*ck you
I don't need your love, love, yeah

Yeah, but who needs love (love)
That ain't never changed, shit (yeah)
Still the same, I never changed bitch
I been rolling 'round with the same clique
I been rolling 'round with the gang, bitch
F*ck your squad and who you came with
In a foreign car, switching lanes quick
And I'm destined for this f*cking greatness, ay

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Love Sick

Shawty, don't go runnin' out on me
Shawty, don't go runnin' out on me, yeah, oh

(Ayy) babe, don't worry 'bout what I said (I said)
Get that shit out your head (your head)
No way I meant that shit
Oh, don't let it get to your head
Babe, just forget what I said

Shawty, you could just forget about what I said
Think it's best to live without what I said
'Cause I'm so sick of love songs
I'm so tired of love songs
I'm so sick of love songs

Shawty, you remember high school when I said
Me and you are right survivin' 'til the end
You would be my ride or die until the end
I said until the end, yeah

Baby, cry me a river, fall right to the edge
You upload two pics, hope you remember
Could've been love, I don't know
Yeah, love, you gon' hold my hand and feel safe
You can hop in my car, baby, we can go
You ain't ever gotta ask, I know you know
I know you know, yeah

Shawty, you could just forget about what I said
Think it's best to live without what I said
'Cause I'm so sick of love songs
I'm so tired of love songs
I'm so sick of love songs

Don't worry 'bout what I said (I said)
Get that shit out your head (your head)
No way I meant that shit
No, don't let it get to your head
Babe, just forget what I said

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Love Me More

Internet money, bitch
(Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid)

I wish that you would love me (love me)
I wish that you would love me more
Nobody else but me (but me)
Like, shawty, what you asking for? (Yeah)
And lil' bitch, I'm right here, ayy
Like, shawty, what you looking for? Yay, yay
I ain't goin', uh, I ain't goin' away
Like, shawty, right there, right there, ayy (yeah)
Nobody can compare, can compare
I know it ain't fair (ain't fair), ain't fair (yeah)
All mine (yeah), all (yeah, huh)

You're all mine (you're all mine), all of mine (all of mine, yeah)
Callin' and brawlin' all the time (all the time, yeah)
Fallin' in love when it all ain't right (all ain't right, yeah)
Crawlin' in my arms when you cry (when you cry)
I don't wanna love, I don't wanna f*ck with you
Shawty, keep my love, shawty, keep my love with you (yeah)
I know that I'm stuck, I know that I'm stuck with you (yeah)
Yeah, and I know that's the issue, oh

I wish that you would love me (love me)
I wish that you would love me more
Nobody else but me (but me)
Like, shawty, what you asking for? (Yeah)
And lil' bitch, I'm right here, ayy
Like, shawty, what you looking for? Yay, yay
I ain't goin', uh, I ain't goin' away
Like, shawty, right there, right there, ayy (yeah)
Nobody can compare, can compare
I know it ain't fair (ain't fair), ain't fair (yeah)
All mine, all

I don't wanna love, I don't wanna f*ck with you
Shawty, keep my love, shawty, keep my love with you (yeah)
I know that I'm stuck, I know that I'm stuck with you (yeah)
Yeah, and I know that's the issue, oh

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Real Feel

I don't give a f*ck what they feel
I don't give a f*ck what they feel
'Cause I love you (I don't care, I don't care)
Said I don't give a f*ck what they feel (I don't care, I don't care)
Yeah, uh, said I don't give a f*ck what they feel (I don't care, I don't care)

Huh, yeah, 'cause if the feeling's real, if the feeling's real
Uh, it'll be so hard for me to chill, hard for me to chill, oh
Yeah, 'cause if the feeling's real, feeling's real, feeling's real
I wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel your love, uh
Uh, I wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel your touch
I wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel on your butt (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, baby tell me what it is (tell me, tell me, tell me)
I just want your love, baby, while I'm off this shizz (while I'm off this shizz)
Sippin' off this cup, baby, while it's full of Henn' (sippin', full of Henn')
I'm just tryna f*ck, baby, I just wanna win
I don't give a f*ck when I'm thinkin' 'bout you (thinkin' 'bout you)
When I'm thinkin' 'bout you, when I'm thinkin' 'bout you (thinkin' 'bout you, baby)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout what they think about you (yeah)
What they think about you, what they think about you, oh (yeah)

'Cause I love you
Said I don't give a f*ck what they feel (no cap)
Yeah, uh, said I don't give a f*ck what they feel (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, yeah, 'cause if the feeling's real, if the feeling's real (I don't care, I don't care)
Uh, it'll be so hard for me to chill, hard for me to chill, oh (I don't care, I don't care)
Yeah, 'cause if the feeling's real, feeling's real, feeling's real
I wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel your love, uh

Feel love, feel love, fill my cup
Feel these drugs, feel these drugs, can't get enough (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Double cup, double cup and it's crushed (uh-huh, uh-huh)
With that ice, sippin' drink, like what's up (like, what's up, bitch)
Yeah, and you know we pullin' up (we pullin' up, bitch)
Bet I got them choppers, pussy nigga better duck, doo, doo, doo
Shoot a pussy nigga in his gut
I don't give a f*ck what they feel, they actin' tough
Yeah, told 'em knuck if they buck (knuck!)
Yeah, got the knife, I will shank you, you get cut (cut!)
F*ck nigga talkin' shit, then he get hit with this
Ak, go both ways like a
Motherf*ckin' bi-bitch, bye bitch
I am on my side bitch (side)
Why you on that side, bitch (on that side)
'Cause you with them guys, I'm with myself
You with them guys, shit (with them guys)
Stay over there, uh, I'ma stay over here (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, rookie of the year
Yeah, yeah, uh, your bitch suckin' on my dick
Uh, uh, uh or she suckin' on the air
'Cause you ain't got nothing there (haha)

'Cause I love you
Said I don't give a f*ck what they feel (no cap)
Yeah, uh, said I don't give a f*ck what they feel (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, yeah, 'cause if the feeling's real, if the feeling's real (I don't care, I don't care)
Uh, it'll be so hard for me to chill, hard for me to chill, oh (I don't care, I don't care)
Yeah, 'cause if the feeling's real, feeling's real, feeling's real (feel me)
I wanna feel, wanna feel, wanna feel your love

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This Ain't That

Uh, better listen closely
Ayy, shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah
It's just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
F*ck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Nigga's be talkin' shit but they ain't with that shit for real
F*ck nigga talkin' shit then he gon' get his ass killed
F*ck nigga talkin' shit then he gon' get his ass spilled
You ain't really real, you ain't with that shit for real
Nigga this ain't that for real, this ain't that for real
You's a bitch, you's a lame nigga, this ain't that for real
You's a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain't that for real
This ain't that for real, this ain't that for real

No legit, you's a bitch, nigga, this ain't that for real
Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain't that for real
I'm a f*cking walking lick, but nigga this ain't that for real
Yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this choppa make his body dance, uh
Choppa get to bussin', do the runnin' man, uh
Would've threw a party, I ain't got no friends, uh
All my niggas brothers and that's to the end, uh
Would've used a Glock but I used the FN
Shootin' the .223's, you a dead man, uh
Choppa gonna shoot at your head man
Where the f*ck you 'posed to keep a head band
Like you hooping, but we balling the way that we shooting (that we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, bitch not like Melo, uh
Bitch I'm with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Lemme eat that kitty, baby hello, huh

Nigga's be talkin' shit but they ain't with that shit for real
F*ck nigga talkin' shit then he gon' get his ass killed
F*ck nigga talkin' shit then he gon' get his ass spilled
You ain't really real, you ain't with that shit for real
Nigga this ain't that for real, this ain't that for real
You's a bitch, you's a lame nigga, this ain't that for real
You's a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain't that for real
This ain't that for real, this ain't that for real (uh, yeah, yeah)

I'm with 14, we gon' flow then smoke on OG
This weed loud, it's some gas, got me choking
Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
Know my riches 'cause these bitch look how it's flexin'
You ain't with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell
Thinking 'bout buying a well and a new crib for my momma, uh
Always pull up with some drums
But nigga I'm riding with gunners, boom
I'm just wondering what Carti would do
Beatin' his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt 'nem, we ain't doing no acting
Slide down 'less you have it, we still causing havoc
Big boy I did it again, no I don't wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money, I'm throwing a band
Backwoods, I'm smoking the gas, I'm finna f*ck her then pass
Skrrt skrrt I hop in the Wraith, when I'm running from 12 and I'm doing the dash
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna f*ck 'cause money up on her

Nigga's be talkin' shit but they ain't with that shit for real
F*ck nigga talkin' shit then he gon' get his ass killed
F*ck nigga talkin' shit then he gon' get his ass spilled
You ain't really real, you ain't with that shit for real
Nigga this ain't that for real, this ain't that for real
You's a bitch, you's a lame nigga, this ain't that for real
You's a bitch, you should quit, nigga this ain't that for real
This ain't that for real, this ain't that for real

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6 Kiss

(I love Trippie Redd)
Oh, oh

Pourin' up fours, mud in my cup
Won't look at the past, it's behind us
Falling in a bottomless pit, find us
Life is a purge, sound all the sirens

Do whatever I want, don't give a f*ck, live my life, uh-huh, uh-huh
I got your wife, she my slut, she take nut, uh-huh, uh-huh
And I don't walk shit at all, I'm on a money run
I don't got no opps, they stay inside 'cause they're scared of my guns
Your bitch say she want a real one, I told her, "Come and find one"
It's funny how you pussy but you never been inside one
Ayy, these dumb ass virgin ass niggas mad
They run when they see the gun in my hand
Bullets like Twitter, they follow them

Nut my kids, she swallowed them, ooh, yeah, she swallowed them
Boy, your chain ain't solid gold, your jeweler finessed, he hollowed them
You niggas say they with' it, uh, we gon' Harry Potter him
Make that lil' bitch disappear, got VVS's in my ear
Ooh-ooh-ooh, a chandelier, they shinin' on your bitch
We flick these hoes wanna f*ck, 'cause I'm so freaky-deaky and your bitch gon' eat me
You know that we killin' these f*ck niggas, hell nah
Ain't no throwing a wife like hell nah
Pussy boy we gon bite that pussy nigga, pull up on him and bite that, uh
130K on a Cuban link, ayy
Shawty wanna f*ck, suck the dick, and be my bae, uh
Chillin' on that couch, f*ck yo' bitch in her mouth
Catch a nigga slippin', put it in his f*cking house, slatt
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the talkin'
I ain't with the talkin, put the pussy nigga in a coffin
He red, nigga say he bleeding, he red, he red
I'm killing everybody instead, yeah

It be so cold up in the summertime (freezing)
In the summertime (freezing)
Diamonds on my fingers, baby blue, they look like Megamind (yeah)
I don't know reality, bitch, I feel like Coraline (yeah, yeah)
And we from the Northside, pull up, Optimus Prime (yeah)
I don't wanna miss life, yeah
Promise it feel better taking his life (taking his life)
Yeah, Codeine when I piss right (when I piss right)
'Cause we live that f*cking triple six life (triple six)
Yeah, that 6 kiss life (666)
Murder what it is, murder what it is
Yeah, murder what it is, uh
I'ma catch a murder in this bitch
That's for certain in this bitch
Like close the burtains in this bitch, uh, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, it's a living hell and we live in hell
I'm from there, living hell, I'm from there
I live in hell, I'm from there, yeah, gang (lalalala, lalala)

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Til The End of Time

Do you know what's literally crazy?
When you messaged me, I was drivin'
And in my head, I was just like, "I need to listen to Trippie right now"
And I just was playin' your whole, like two of your albums
Like for twenty-five minutes, literally
And then I went on my phone when I just got out of my car
And I see your message, it's meant to be

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

'Til the end, the ends of time
Try to get in, let me inside
Baby, give in, let me inside
Baby, your whole life depends on this
Put your pride to the side (yeah, yeah, uh)

No way I'm lost with you, 'cause I can find
Anything I want to, with you by my side
This love ain't all brand new, 'til the end of time
I wanna be with you, bae, until I die, yeah
Don't you go givin' up on me, love me forever (givin' up on me)
Love me forever, oh
I want your love for eternity (I want your love, I want your love), eternity
Yeah, give me a soul, soul
I wanna love you from the flesh to the bones, yeah, yeah, oh (givin' up on me)
We standin' under the blood moon, I know that I love you, oh

'Til the end, the ends of time
Try to get in, let me inside
Baby, give in, let me inside
Baby, your whole life depends on this
Put your pride to the side (uh)

No way I'm lost with you, 'cause I can find
Anything I want to, with you by my side
This love ain't all brand new, 'til the end of time
I wanna be with you, baby, until I die, yeah

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U Deserve It

You deserve it
You deserve all this shit
You deserve it

Yeah, everywhere I go, bitch, I'm on my shit
Hundred racks on my 'fit
Hundred racks on my bitch
You're beautiful, baby, blow me a kiss (mwah)
Shawty right there is a motherf*ckin' ten
Shawty right there is a motherf*ckin' win
Shawty right there is a motherf*ckin' ten
Her and her friends they all f*ckin' wins
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right there, right there, yeah
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right there, right there, yeah
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right, shawty right there, right there
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right, shawty right there, right there

If her ex nigga play it, girl, you know we do that to break
Got a lot of lovin', but it's hard to get out of 'em
Put my neck up on the line, but they just a formality
Rip my heart up on my chest, like a f*ckin' fatality
Semi-automatic Wes', for the gang to come ride with me
Give my baby girl the world and everything that's inside of it
Got these scars up on my knuckles, and she know I'm not proud of it
Designer pussy what she give me, she like Gucci and Prada me, yeah
I'ma catch a body, come and suck on it sloppily
She wanna get a friend involved, I told her it's possible
You can't ignore the drip, girl, you gotta acknowledge it
More than your pride, I'ma need you to swallow it
Just a little ghetto boy with a supermodel bitch
Pussy gon' pop and bang like a hollow-tip
Recognize those outbursts, 'cause you keep it bottled in
That girl a spoiled brat, and that's because of him, wait
Sippin' and drankin', I'm swervin'
Grippin' that pole, I ain't nervous
This world ain't shit but you perfect
Girl, I know that you perfect

You deserve it
You deserve all this shit
You deserve it

Yeah, everywhere I go, bitch, I'm on my shit
Hundred racks on my 'fit
Hundred racks on my bitch
You're beautiful, baby, blow me a kiss (mwah)
Shawty right there is a motherf*ckin' ten
Shawty right there is a motherf*ckin' win
Shawty right there is a motherf*ckin' ten
Her and her friends they all f*ckin' wins
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right there, right there, yeah
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right there, right there, yeah
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right, shawty right there, right there
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right, shawty right there, right there

Yeah, look
Shawty right there, she it (yeah)
Shawty right there, she a ten (yeah)
Shawty right there, she can get it (yeah)
Finna pull up in the coupe (in the what?)
'Coulda cashed out, but I rent it (skrrt)
Mami don't know, look, we the young niggas who trendin' (yeah, yeah)
Snotty nose all on my pendant
Came in this bitch with your man (with who?)
Finna leave out with the realest, ice skate nigga (ayy)
She ain't know, had to show lil' mama it's the difference
Got her on the planes, now she trippin' (talk to her)
Spent a couple racks on the bag (on the what?)
Had to take her out, show her how a young nigga really livin'
Yeah, she deserve it (yeah), mami ain't perfect (nah)
But she put in work, and it's time that she earned it (earned it)
You been f*ckin' with them lames, let me help upgrade you (upgrade)
It's time to turn the page, I can put you on some things (some things)
I'm a fly young nigga, need a fly young bitch (fly)
You been through some things, I been through a little shit (through a little shit)
You can help with the pain that I try to cover up
'Cause I put it in my cup just to deal with this shit, yeah (just to deal with this shit)

You deserve it
You deserve all this shit
You deserve it

Yeah, everywhere I go, bitch, I'm on my shit
Hundred racks on my 'fit
Hundred racks on my bitch
You're beautiful, baby, blow me a kiss (mwah)
Shawty right there is a motherf*ckin' ten
Shawty right there is a motherf*ckin' win
Shawty right there is a motherf*ckin' ten
Her and her friends they all f*ckin' wins
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right there, right there, yeah
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right there, right there, yeah
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right, shawty right there, right there
Shawty right there, right there
Shawty right, shawty right there, right there, yeah

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Hate Me

You acting like you hate me (hate me, yeah)
Where is your love?
You do too much complaining (complaining, yeah)
Where is your trust? (Trust, trust)

Flyin' in a Wraith, yeah
Pass by time through the day, yeah (skrrt)
Blinded with hate, yeah
I ain't got time for the chase, yeah
Just me and my bae, yeah
Wanna shop, get the racks out the safe, yeah
We gon' party 'til late, yeah
Do the dash in the whip on the jakes, yeah

Ice tray, diamonds on froze, get a migraine
Life on the edge, live it up on the high lane
Me and Trippie Redd back to back on the same thing
Late night, turnt in the club doing my thing
Sip drank, get a cup, I'ma pour the whole thing
Shawty playin' games, she don't wanna sell her soul, man
Sayin' that she love me but I'm knowing that she don't, man
Playing back and forth, probably thinking I'm dumb, man
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, nigga, worry 'bout a check
(Worried 'bout a bitch, nigga, worry 'bout a check)
Nigga, VVS diamonds, lil' nigga had to flex
(Nigga, VVS diamonds, lil' nigga had to flex)
Nigga hoppin' out the 'Rari them I'm hoppin' in the jet
(Nigga hoppin' out the 'Rari them I'm hoppin' in the jet)
Bad little bitch all on my dick, I want the neck
Ayy, she want the dick, I don't want sex, I want the neck (I want the neck)
Ayy, me and YoungBoy tossing these hoes, we want the neck, ayy (we want the neck)
Whole full moon in the middle of the day
I done jumped out my sleep, heard the phone go ring
Back to back, we be flippin' these on a train
Keep a pole, we never be playin' no games
Diamonds gon' shine, put an 8 on my chain
I done ran up the money, stay true to the gang
Diamonds, they shining, that's all through the rain
Through all the mud and through all the pain

Acting like you hate me (hate me)
Where is your love? (Where is your love?)
You do too much complaining (too much complaining)
Where is your trust? (Where's your trust? Yeah)

Flyin' in a Wraith, yeah (skrrt)
Pass by time through the day, yeah (time through the day)
Blinded with hate, yeah
I ain't got time for the chase, yeah (time for the chase)
Just me and my bae, yeah
Wanna shop, get the racks out the safe, yeah (out the safe)
We gon' party 'til late, yeah
Do the dash in the whip on the jakes, yeah

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All for Me

(Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?)

Yeah, I see you been on my mind today
I'm thinkin' about rubbin' down on your spine today
Yeah, I love you, bitch, you into finer things
I'm sittin' back, Cartier, bitch, I'm in designer frames
And they now tryna to play me, and they now acting shady
'Cause you're my f*cking baby, yeah
It's like we on a plane, see
We up, up, and away, yeah, yeah

Tell me, would you ride for me?
Love in murder bae, would you die for me? (Die for me)
Roll down the window in back, slide for me? (Me)
Baby, your love is just all for me
All for me, all for me
Baby, your love is just all for me
All for me, all for me
Baby, your love is just all for me

Shawty, go get that money and bring it back to me
And you been on my mind, girl, you're like a drug to me (you like a drug)
I relapse every time, I'm like, "F*ck it," I OD
Feels like you do it on purpose, wan' see the kid deceased (wan' see)
And she tired of lames, I put her on some game (game)
Don't want roses, she want sexes out the shower today (oh, oh)
I swear we something like a Bentley couple
Drop-top Mulsanne, look how the leather touch you (oh)

Tell me, would you ride for me? (Oh)
Love in murder bae, would you die for me? (Die for me)
Roll down the window in back, slide for me? (Me)
Baby, your love is just all for me
All for me, all for me
Baby, your love is just all for me
All for me, all for me
Baby, your love is just all for me

Uh, 'cause I-I, I'd like to talk about love, and it's always on my mind
Um, I'm always, oh, I've really stopped looking for someone. Unfortunately
Because, uh, currently, where my mind is, it's just like
I don't wanna say I've given up but I've just seen every make me promises
And make me promises on promises and never really fulfill, like
I was always looking for a caretaker
Looking for someone that would protect me, take initiative for me
And just be the greatest person they could for me
And, and that may be selfish, I don't know
But, it's, that's just me being honest
And every time I've kinda let myself be lead on by someone
They either deceive me or just treat me really, really, really bad
And I'm, I'm a very genuine person, and I'm far too emotional
And I care too much
And I've, I've definitely cared too much in situations and been f*cked over

---

Sickening

Huh, I don't feel too well (too well)
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well)
If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well)
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well)
Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
I don't feel too well, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well

Pneumonia in my nails, I drip in Chanel
Underdog gon' give 'em hell
Beat the pussy 'til it's pale
F*ck her, make her yell
Countin' all this green, my kale
You got old bread, bitch, you stale
How you ridin' and you tell?
Everyone for themselves
Man, this world so cold
And my wrist so cold
Man I'm sick, I got a cold
Need a f*ckin' mink coat, yeah
Huh, pour me up a four like I got a strep throat

Huh, I don't feel too well (too well)
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well)
If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well)
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well)
Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
I don't feel too well, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well

Lil' Tory!
Off this shit and all it ain't no biggie
Ayy, best believe it bitch, this ain't no Ripley
My shooters shootin', ask him, is he dead?
We left that boy the color Trippie dreads
All my dawgs rich as hell, yeah
Flip them bitches in the mail, yeah
Flip them bitches off the scale, yeah
Made a mill' I'm screaming, "Hell yeah"
Bad lil' bitch, she Brazilian
Took her out to eat Italian
F*cked your bitch and she should tell ya
F*cked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah"
F*cked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah"
Took the bitch into a newer lane
Shitted on your jeweller, new manoeuvre
How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne
Popping on your bitch, I'm doing thangs
Popping on your bitch, I'm doing thangs
Got the red diamond shining blue Range
I'ma pull up on him with his boo thang
Yeah, my ringer ringing, switching colors on 'em
Baby, but it's not a mood ring
I done kept this shit hotter than blue flame
And these sucka niggas made my mood change
Cop all them niggas, they under me
They down to shoot when it come to me
That's all I keep in my company
That's all I keep in my company

Huh, I don't feel too well (too well)
Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well)
If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well)
Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well)
Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well
I don't feel too well, yeah
I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well

---

The Grinch

(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Yeah, huh
Life is like a motherf*ckin' dream (like a dream)
Fill my double cup up with some lean (with some lean)
Yeah, put my dick in your bitch spleen (bitch spleen)
Yeah, racks comin' in evergreen (evergreen)

Yeah, hold up, let me pop my shit
Pussy nigga talkin', we gon' leave him in a ditch
I'll kill my brother pussy nigga if he snitch
I was outside being bad with the Grinch
Nigga bad with the Grinch

Yeah, yeah, trappin' out the motherf*ckin' Ritz
Yeah moving bales, nigga been moving bricks
F*cking on his thot and his bitch a redbone
Yeah yeah, put the bitch on
I put niggas on like some motherf*cking cologne
F*ck nigga, yeah I ain't singing, Post Malone
With the gang, we keep a .57
Yeah you know we keep some MAC 11's
I just love me some lethal weapons
Child of God, I'll send your ass to heaven (yeah, huh)

Life is like a motherf*ckin' dream (like a dream)
Fill my double cup up with some lean (with some lean)
Yeah, put my dick in your bitch spleen (bitch spleen)
Yeah, racks comin' in evergreen (evergreen)

Yeah, hold up, let me pop my shit
Pussy nigga talkin', we gon' leave him in a ditch
I'll kill my brother pussy nigga if he snitch
I was outside being bad with the Grinch
Nigga bad with the Grinch

---

Death

You dig?
You gon' die
You gon' die
You gon' die

Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh

We shoot .223's (baw)
We'll take your life (gang)
We out with the gang
You know we gon' slide
We out with them bees
All up in a hive
You talk down on me
Nigga you gon' die
We a different kind
And we be on different times
Rocking number nine jeans
And I be so fly
We from different sides
Pussy I'ma up that fire
Talking all that tough shit on the gang
Pussy bitch and you gon' die

Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah nigga, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die

Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh

Let's go, let's go
Have you ever seen a nigga die? (Yeah)
When I did, went home and smoked a blunt
No a nigga didn't cry (let's go)
Don't f*ck with niggas on different sides
These niggas be switching sides (and I)
In a whip with a nigga bitch inside
Finna give my dick a ride
Only nigga that be talking bout' gang shit
be on lame shit, ain't never bang shit
We get a pic right now and a pic back then
It's like the same pic, I'm with the same clique
I'm with Trippie Redd (yeah)
You with a bitch he scared (ha)
A lot of niggas like to play with they life
The last nigga who played with my clique, he dead
I had to

Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah nigga, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die

Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch
Ooh, what that mean?
We all lit, that's on gang
That's on me, bitch
Ooh, yeah, huh
Murder murder slatt
Choppa big (yeah), it blow your back (yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (yeah)
Nigga you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh

---

RMP

(Yo Pi'erre, yo P'erre)
Smokin' thrax, any day

Richard Millie plain (ooh), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Woo, Richard Millie plain (yeah, yeah) (whoa)
Richard Millie plain (whoa), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Yeah, said my Richard Millie plain (yeah)

I ain't worried 'bout a thing (thing)
We tote choppas that we bang (bang)
F*ck nigga want that war, we gon' pull up save the day (save the day)
F*ck nigga want that war, we gon' pull up spray your brain (spray your brain)
I ain't worried 'bout your main, I ain't worried 'bout your bae (bae)
Smokin' on this dope, I'm just high off Mary Jane (Jane)
Smokin' on this dope, yeah, I feel like Johnny Blaze (Johnny Blaze)
Every day a movie to me, uh, Johnny Cage (Cage)
Got this ice around my neck like Johnny Dang

Richard Millie plain (ooh), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Woo, Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Richard Millie plain (whoa), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Yeah, said my Richard Millie plain (yeah)

Pussy ass nigga really hatin'
Why that nigga mad? Guess because he got no bacon, uh
He was actin' savage, man, that nigga hella fakin', uh
Yeah, they really mad in the hood, I'm dominatin'
Turned into the dominatrix
Shoot this chopper both ways, nigga, then I hit the Matrix (bah)
That nigga chasin' his bitch like the movie f*cking Taken
Me and my niggas real Freddy Krueger but this mask got me like Jason
And my Richard Millie plain (plain), see the look on all they faces

Richard Millie plain (ooh), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Woo, Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Richard Millie plain (whoa), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Yeah, said my Richard Millie plain (yeah)

---

M's

(feat. Lil Yachty & Pi'erre Bourne)

[Lil Yachty:]
Yeah (Boat), yeah, yeah, yeah (Boat)
Yeah, yeah (Trippie), yeah, yeah (Pi'erre)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm a million dollar nigga, I don't follow rules (I don't)
Million-dollar nigga, I dropped out of school (Dropped out of school)
I'm a million-dollar nigga, millions on my jewels (On my jewels)
Million-dollar nigga on your avenue (On your avenue)

[Trippie Redd:]
Woo, yeah
I'm a six-figure nigga, seven-figure nigga, eight-figure nigga
Nine-figure nigga, a ten-figure nigga
It's me and my bitch and I'm gettin' rich with her
She bounce on that dick so I call that bitch Tigger
I'm in China so you know I'm boolin' with my chiggas
You get lined up, send a couple shots just like the Clippers
I'll remind ya, bitch, I'm worth couple f*cking M's, yeah

[Lil Yachty:]
I'm a million dollar nigga, I don't follow rules (I don't)
Million-dollar nigga, I dropped out of school (Dropped out of school)
I'm a million-dollar nigga, millions on my jewels (On my jewels)
Million-dollar nigga on your avenue (On your avenue)

[Pi'erre Bourne:]
Catch my drift (Catch my drift), Tokyo Drift (Tokyo Drift)
I'm in Japan (I'm in Japan), you wouldn't understand, ayy (Wouldn't understand)
She give box like gift, wait, two-three, yeah, you Pip', wait
We don't need no list, uh, we walk in, we VIP, ooh
Beyblade, let it rip, ayy, she won't let me live, ayy
Trapped up in my crib, ayy, gang move a lil' flip, ayy
She talking 'bout "we," gave her Nintendo Switch
Bigging up my bitch, yeah, I'm rich

[Lil Yachty:]
I'm a million dollar nigga, I don't follow rules (I don't)
Million-dollar nigga, I dropped out of school (Dropped out of school)
I'm a million-dollar nigga, millions on my jewels (On my jewels)
Million-dollar nigga on your avenue (On your avenue)

---

Bust Down Deux

Ooh, ooh, oh
Yeah! 14, 14, baby, yeah
Every time I bring them racks, baby
While we eatin', spend that bag, the whole bag, baby, I

Ooh, ayy I just got a new Porsche (I just got a new Porsche)
Rocket got a 'Rari, that's a new horse (that's a mothaf*ckin' new horse)
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Newport (smoke a nigga like a Newport)
Ayy, yeah, what's your net worth? (yeah, what's your net worth?)
Yeah, pussy boy, what's your net worth? (what's your mothaf*ckin' net worth?)
Diamonds 'round my neck like what my neck worth (what's your mothaf*ckin' net worth?)
Yeah, bitch it's bust down (bust down, bust down, ayy)

My wrist is bust down, it's bust down (bust down)
'Bout to get my Apple Watch bust down, it's bust down, yeah (bust down)
Lil' bitch come through bust down, she bust down (bust down)
I don't give two f*cks now, no f*cks now, no (bust down)

Rollin' 'round with a bad bitch (with a bad bitch)
Yeah, Trippie Redd, I went and copped a bag, bitch
Yeah, spend that money, make it right back, bitch (make it right back, bitch)
Big ballin', yeah, that's a habit (that's a mothaf*ckin' habit)
Ooh, in expensive f*ckin' fabric
Stay saucin' on you, that's a habit
If I like it, cop it, I'ma have it (I'ma mothaf*ckin' have it)
Yeah, steady causin' havoc
Ooh, makin' money, boy, you's a savage
Mama raised a mothaf*ckin' savage (that's a mothaf*ckin' savage)
Ooh the streets raised a mothaf*ckin' savage
And the industry made me a brand new savage, yeah

Ooh, ayy I just got a new Porsche (I just got a new Porsche)
Rocket got a 'Rari, that's a new horse (that's a mothaf*ckin' new horse)
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Newport (smoke a nigga like a Newport)
Ayy, yeah, what's your net worth? (yeah, what's your net worth?)
Yeah, pussy boy, what's your net worth? (what's your mothaf*ckin' net worth?)
Diamonds 'round my neck like what my neck worth (what's your mothaf*ckin' net worth?)
Yeah, bitch it's bust down (bust down, bust down, ayy)

My wrist is bust down, it's bust down (bust down)
'Bout to get my Apple Watch bust down, it's bust down, yeah (bust down)
Lil' bitch come through bust down, she bust down (bust down)
I don't give two f*cks now, no f*cks now, no (bust down)

Bitch, this how you live when you popin'
Ballin' on you suckers, had no option
F*ckin' on a mothaf*ckin' thottie
That's a mothaf*ckin' new body
It ain't nobody, ain't nobody
Swear it ain't no ho up in my body
Tatted up, 14 all on my body
Yeah, boolin' with a bitch named Armani
Yeah, ayy, just saucin' and boolin'
I'm just foolin', I'm all in
I got big racks, a lot to spend, yeah

Ooh, ayy I just got a new Porsche (I just got a new Porsche)
Rocket got a 'Rari, that's a new horse (that's a mothaf*ckin' new horse)
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Newport (smoke a nigga like a Newport)
Ayy, yeah, what's your net worth? (yeah, what's your net worth?)
Yeah, pussy boy, what's your net worth? (what's your mothaf*ckin' net worth?)
Diamonds 'round my neck like what my neck worth (what's your mothaf*ckin' net worth?)
Yeah, bitch it's bust down (bust down, bust down, ayy)

My wrist is bust down, it's bust down (bust down)
'Bout to get my Apple Watch bust down, it's bust down, yeah (bust down)
Lil' bitch come through bust down, she bust down (bust down)
I don't give two f*cks now, no f*cks now, no (bust down)

Give a love letter to you, baby
Had to give you two, baby
If you ain't heard then you're too late
Yeah, fresh and clean like toothpaste
Yeah, love letter to you is too great

---

The Jungle Book

(This beat from Murda)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

We the Taliban, blowin' shit up like Sadam, ayy
Bitch, I keep that chopper on me, I'm heavily armed, ayy
And I'm from Chiraq, we got guns like Iraq
We gon' take your shit and when you come we make you buy it back
I done put Chanel on my lil' bitch, I spent like five racks
I just told her go pick up the pack she gon' fly back
Big stick with a big clip, make you back back
In the coupe with the stick shift, we be ridin' fast

Yeah, we gon' pull up with some big guns
Yeah, bitch, I'm Big 14, I keep some big drums
Yeah, I like countin' green, I got some green thumbs
Think I got pneumonia in my fists, I see the symptoms
Yeah

Uh, Big 14 know what the f*ck goin' on, lil' bitch
Gang, gang, uh
Shoot you, take your chain, chain
Uh
We 'bout all that action
We 'bout all that action
We 'bout all that action, nigga
We 'bout all that action
We 'bout all that action
We 'bout all that action

Smokin' 'til my lungs hurt, uh
I count all this guap until my thumbs hurt, yeah
Bitch, I'm Big 14, that's on my brother, yeah
I can see your face right on this plain shirt, yeah
I want all the love but all this love hurt, yeah
All these pussy niggas mad, they butt-hurt, yeah
I can read your mind, you niggas cluttered
I been eatin' good pussy, nigga, on my supper, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit
I'm a walkin' lick but you niggas ain't takin' shit
I'ma pull up with that chopper myself, do a hit
Drill time, yeah, nigga, kill time, yeah
I might kill slime, yeah, on a kill grind, yeah
On a kill streak
Man, these pussy-ass niggas, man, they kill me
I been drippin' sauce, lil' bitch, hella filthy
Got a mink coat 'cause the world's gettin' chilly

Uh yeah uh
When it's kill time, drill time, we kill slime
On a big grind and we big time, big time, big time
Yeah, we big time
Yeah, we big time
Pull up with that stick, you get killed, slime
Pull up with that stick, you get
You get drilled
You get drilled for real
Yeah, you get killed for real
You get killed for real
You get spilled for real
Yeah

---

Chosen

Yeah, huh (yeah), why would you say that?
I knew that lil' bitch from way back
Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that
If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (slay that bitch)
Yeah, she gon' obey that (yeah, yeah)
Told her clean up her act, where the maids at?
I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas
Uh, blowin' this dope
F*ckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul
Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold
They just mad 'cause I was chosen (yeah, chose)

Because I was chosen (chose)
'Cause I was chosen (chose)
I'ma ball out like Derozan (yeah, ball)
F*ckin' his bitch and she clothe-less

Yeah, I'ma go get in my mode, bitch (get in my mode)
Gettin' this money, stay focused (stay focused)
Movin' around in a motion (motion), yeah
These pussy niggas be bogus (yeah)
Big chopper do no reloadin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shootin' these niggas like, "Oh, shit" (bah), damn
I'ma up the fire, fire, fire (yeah)
Shirt all red, tie-dye, dye, dye (yeah)
Pussy nigga, you dead, you gon' die, die, die
Runnin' from the feds, homicide-'cide-'cide, yeah
Mama gon' cry, cry, cry
Get them tears out your eye, eye, eye
Treat the pussy like a motherf*ckin' prize, prize, prize
You pussy

Yeah, huh (yeah), why would you say that?
I knew that lil' bitch from way back
Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that
If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (slay that bitch)
Yeah, she gon' obey that (yeah, yeah)
Told her clean up her act, where the maids at?
I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas
Uh, blowin' this dope
F*ckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul
Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold
They just mad 'cause I was chosen (yeah, chose)

Because I was chosen (chose)
'Cause I was chosen (chose)
I'ma ball out like Derozan (yeah, ball)
F*ckin' his bitch and she clothe-less

Yeah, had to dirty up my Sprite (my Sprite)
F*ckin' this bitch all night (all night)
Two million dollars on some motherf*cking ice
Shawty just left but I'm still real right, yeah (still real right)
Told the lil' bitch bye-bye
I'ma still enjoy my night
I'ma still enjoy my high, yeah (uh)
I got ice like a freezer
Little baby an eater, I do not need her (woo, woo)
But lil' baby a keeper (yeah)
I got cheese like a pizza, no Little Caesars (yeah, yeah)
I'm too big, ain't no meter (yeah)
Smoking dope, Wiz Khalifa, keep me a nina
Your bitch fast like a cheetah
I'm with all of the slimes, and bitch, and we B'd up

Yeah, huh (yeah), why would you say that?
I knew that lil' bitch from way back
Like a gamer, lil' bitch, I'ma play that
If she come to the crib, I'ma slay that (slay that bitch)
Yeah, she gon' obey that (yeah, yeah)
Told her clean up her act, where the maids at?
I been sippin' on Act', smokin' straight gas
Uh, blowin' this dope
F*ckin' this bitch and I'm takin' her soul
Diamonds 'round my neck, I glisten in gold
They just mad 'cause I was chosen (yeah, chose)

Because I was chosen (chose)
'Cause I was chosen (chose)
I'ma ball out like Derozan (yeah, ball)
F*ckin' his bitch and she clothe-less

---

Abandoned

Huh, I can't eat, I can't sleep, oh
I can't think, I can't breathe, oh
I can't see, I can't be with you, yeah
I don't know where to go from here
I know you told me not to come here
But I know you'll find some time, some year, for me

Tryna find my love, shawty
You ain't holding up, shawty
You ain't know enough, shawty
Oh
Told you it was love, shawty
Put my love above, shawty
I know what it was, shawty
Shawty, there
Shawty, right there
Shawty, right there
Shawty
Where you gon' go?
Where you gon' go?
Where you gon' go, girl?
Yeah

Huh, I can't eat, I can't sleep, oh
I can't think, I can't breathe, oh
I can't see, I can't be with you, yeah
I don't know where to go from here
I know you told me not to come here
But I know you'll find some time, some year, for me

It's been awhile now
Deja vu, like I'm comin' down the aisle
Eyes on you, I hear you loud and clear
Like I'm sorting through a crowd
Heard what you did, won't you say it ain't so?
'Cause you lose yourself when you touch and roll
I guess that's why you never think to come home
But by the time you change your mind, I'll be gone
'Cause you should know by now, that I

I can't eat, I can't sleep, oh
I can't think, I can't breathe, oh
I can't see, I can't be with you, yeah
I don't know where to go from here
I know you told me not to come here
But I know you'll find some time, some year, for me

Tryna find my love, shawty
You ain't holding up, shawty
You ain't know enough, shawty
Oh
Told you it was love, shawty
Put my love above, shawty
I know what it was, shawty
Shawty, right there
Shawty, right there
Shawty, right there
Shawty
Where you gon' go?
Where you gon' go?
Where you gon' go, girl?

---

Can You Rap Like Me, Pt. 2

Remember, there's always tomorrow
P. Soul on the track

Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh
Can you rap like me? Huh
Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh
I gotta get my fresh paper, boy optimistic, inflicted the premonition
My vision a place I visit while lifted
Moolah I get it get it, the life I live my decision
They told me to go and get it, I got it so now I'm winning
Revolution of fury, the lean got my vision blurry
Ballin' like Stephen Curry, gold fangs in my mouth so purty
Trippie bring demolition and I ain't talking no derbies
Absorb your flow like I'm Kirby, the lies you tell will not hurt me
Try to reach for the stars if people don't get too far
They want all of the money, all the expensive cars
It's few people that ever make it but yet I still gotta go hard
A lot of artists that make it are evil, hearts black as tar, yeah
Okay and this for every rapper that had a shot at sending me
Your efforts ain't getting you anywhere in this industry
Lyrically demonically dominate your flow endlessly
My venomous rhymes wine and dine on you mentally
Motivated the motivations, said got too much chemistry
Fatality, like Liu Kang, told me to finish him
Even the Hulk couldn't take this much intensity
I'm the bullet in the barrel in the gun that shot Kennedy
Mind is racing 'bout hating, contemplation with Haitians
Jamaicans sitting on 5G pacing, back and forth waiting in Dayton
You get the picture, don't take this
Boy this life is real, you couldn't fake this, throw it up, regurgitation
Can't shit on me, you constipated
Is you mad cause we do this on a daily basis?
Yeah, or is you mad cause we made it?
Every day faded, we out here paper chasing bitch, ahh
Ayy, ahh, ayy, ahh, ayy
Can you rap like me? Huh
Ayy, ahh, ayy, ahh, ayy, ahh
Can you rap like me?

Lil bitch, 1400 gang
You know what the f*ck going on, 1400 boys
Huh, yeah, Canton, Ohio shit
Buh, lil bitch, haha
Slatt, you know what the f*ck going on
Hunners a bitch, bad Milo, ahahahah
Random thoughts to you bitch
On a love letter to you bitch