Young Thug - Punk Album Lyrics

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Die Slow

I gotta tell you that you'll die tonight
You go against these people, you gon' die slow, die slow

We out in Italy on the water
Me and Strick recordin', smokin' weed, smokin' dope (die slow, die slow)
Drinkin' a lil' lean, I actually did good, I ain't drink but a pint this whole tour
Yeah, on tour, I done missed my son's birthday, it's on July the 15th
Nah, I lowkey, like, really see people ridin' past on boats
Right now out the window (die slow, die slow)
It's just the, just the penthouse suite, know it's nothin' major, yeah

Told the lawyer that my brother ain't goin' back to prison
I don't give a f*ck if I gotta turn that nigga Jehovah's Witness
I'm just seekin' for God's soul 'cause I know something's missin'
Comme des Garçons boxers, and I came from penny-pinchin'
Came out the struggle, nigga, I really had lost a brother, nigga
Got to fightin' with the Deputy sheriff, I almost lost my mother, nigga

And that's funny, that's funny, like
My mama had broke up with my dad for having another kid on her, and um
He had came home one day and saw a car in the driveway
It was an off-duty sheriff, a Deputy sheriff that my mom was f*ckin' with, and um
They had a few words, and it ended with, um, my dad shooting
He ended up in the hospital in a coma, yeah, so
Fast forward like eight years later, my sisters had got to fighting, and um
And they, and they, and they had a family member that was a Deputy sheriff, and um
My mom came outside to goddamn stop the fighting
And the lady got in the car and just pulled off doing like sixty miles per hour, ran my mom over
She had a stroke and shit, but she alright, yeah

Always knew I wasn't gon' be gay
I had her sendin' pictures to my mom's phone when I was like eight
I always knew that I'd be great
'Cause my coach told me I was slow, but I was runnin' at a fast pace, huh
They tryna divide us and conquer the world with it
They got a couple of the guys and all of the girls with it
But I'm a mastermind, I see right through it
I see that they got couple of diamonds but the rest of 'em pearls in it
They say you poor 'cause you black right to your face (yeah)
They say where you live, you'll never be able to own that place
My father said that you can change it all with your performance
And by the way, your life is a VV stone charm
They take the land and then detect who all can come
But I tell you with a long sleeve, I bear arms
I'm high enough to be on a Milky Way 'til morning
If you want it, you gon' get up earlier than anyone
If you want it, you gon' get up earlier than anyone
Put on my socks, grab my Glock, the stick under the couch
Tie all my shoes, you wearin' flip flops, and it's top of the top
R.I.P. Nipsey, know what I'm sayin'

(If you were the one in my shoes, would you love?)
Would you love, would you love, would you love, would you love?
If you were the one in, if you were the one in
They prejudiced, so why first of the day, yeah
Would you run away or would you come back nightly? (Woo)

I gotta tell you that you'll die tonight
You go against these people, you gon' die slow, die slow, die slow

Slime, what's going on? It's feeling like they won
Gotta get back up, you Black Panther's son
I gotta tell you that you'll die slow, die slow, die slow
You gon' die slow, die slow, die slow
Mom, what's going on? It's feeling like the Devil won
Die slow, die slow

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Stressed

[Young Thug]
Got me stressed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it, yeah (Oh)
No, no, no

Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I told her buy Huaraches for me (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (Oh)
I don't know if I wanna expose this to you (Oh)
I don't know if I wanna caress you (Oh)
I don't know what I wanna do with you, girl (Oh)
I don't know what I wanna do with you

[J. Cole]
Well, it's that gat toting, pistol holding nigga on your damn street
Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak
Lackluster, I'ma smack suckers this year
I'ma make a hundred thousand racks off of this here
Do the math, hundred million for the slow ones in the class
Type of bags I be gettin' be too big to pay in cash
Send the wire, send it fast 'fore I might just change my mind
Nowadays, a million dollars barely worth a nigga time
I ain't sayin' I'm the richest nigga that's in this shit (But I'm one of them)
Barely check my account, nigga, I'm admittin' it (I don't give a f*ck)
F*ck around with my bread, bet you I'ma find out (I'ma catch you, nigga)
Couple niggas I deaded know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Nigga, don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
I got a mama to spoil, I got a brother, got a few legal fees
I got a daddy and shit
Medical bills, credit to fix
People to pay, label to run
You play with your life if you play with my funds, nigga

[Young Thug]
Got me stressed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it, yeah (Oh)
No, no, no

[J. Cole & T-Shyne]
Old sweats, road, jets, tote TECs, no flex
Bad bitches, no let's, on deck, broke, next
Pill popper, square niggas bare witness, uh (Oh)
Blunt twisters, f*ck niggas (Oh, got me stressed, woah)

[T-Shyne]
I've been stressin' 'cause I still ain't buy my dad a house (Stressin')
I've been stressin' 'cause my girl said, "We can't work it out" (Got me stressed)
I know some people that start sinnin' as soon as church get out (Church get out)
And I don't think like I used to think 'cause I'm older now (Older now)
When you broke, you doin' more for less (Yeah)
You ain't findin' no success (No success)
Sad to say my girl just left
And I really love her to death (I do)
Told her I can't call her my ex 'cause I feel like we ain't finished yet (We not done)
I just texted her phone and I said, "Are you out your feelings yet?"
And my brother, he just called, he need that lawyer money (That lawyer money)
They said he did it, but I know he didn't (Nah)
But you need O. J. money when you tryna get acquitted (Yeah)
This shit is sickenin', nobody listen when you in prison (Prison)
I was hangin' on the corner with some Jordans on, no designer (No designer)
Servin' up that white girl, back then we called her fine china (Yeah)
I was lookin' for a bad bitch, but I didn't know where to find her (Where to find her)
All this pressure and this stress made me a diamond (Diamond)
I'm just tryna show love, some people never grow up
Sometimes I wish I could trust, but that's how feelings get crushed
I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus
They wanna hang with the gang, but, no, they not one of us

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Stupid/Asking

(Metro)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Yeah

Heard you went and f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped the Benz, is you stupid?
Spendin' all your dividends, is you stupid?
You must be stupid, you must be stupid
You done went and f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped the Benz, is you stupid?
Spendin' all your dividends, is you stupid?
You must be stupid, you must be stupid, hey

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, wooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

I've been swappin' out all these bitches
Kickin' my pimpin', pimpin'
She pull up and get right to it, she know my intuition
I talk loud as hell to this bitch
I don't do no pillow kickin'
Richie Millie kid, I'm so embarrassed, I ain't done no tickin'
A ho won't go, oh my God, I just seen a UFO (ha)
Five hundred thousand for the car, fifty thou' for the coat
Hangin' with some Blood, Crip, been with a couple folk
She like, "What you doin'? You f*ckin' her, I knew it, nigga"

Why you f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped the Benz, is you stupid?
Manipulatin' all the friends, is you stupid?
Is you stupid? You must be stupid, hey
You f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
You bought that G63 Benz, is you stupid?
You spendin' all your racks again, is you stupid?
Is you stupid, hey, is you stupid?

Passionate about your motherf*ckin' lovin', I
Get strange when it come down to you lovin' me
You love me, back what you 'posed to say
To love to falsetto, ring, ring
That's when the cops come by, nigga
Hopefully it's not the day somebody dyin', nigga
I don't wanna see another mother cry
I don't wanna see another mother cry
Can we K-I-S-S, baby?
I've been thinking 'bout your top in my Mercedes
She been goin' through my phone, it's troublin' lately
Tryna figure out what I'm doin' and why I'm the one make her crazy?

Is it 'cause you f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped a Benz, is you stupid?
Spendin' all your dividends, is you stupid?
You must be stupid, you must be stupid
Heard you went and f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
You went and copped that Benz, is you stupid?
Spent all your money again, is you stupid?
Baby, you stupid

It's alright (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
And it's alright, yeah (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
And it's alright (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
And it's alright, right, right, right (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
It's alright (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Hey, I came in and she said alright
Hey, I don't know what she meant of mine
Hey lil' mama Kawasaki, let's ride
Let's ride
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh (yeah)
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

All your old clothes, they gotta go
Got you cleanin' out your closet, darling
Got you flyer like a fly no swabbin'
Let the gang go to your show and now you're mobbin'
No need to butter me up, you can go grab it
Buy all the baguettes, I won't do no crabbin'
Long as you braggin' and let me stab it
You hot like a dragon
And you ain't never gotta ask me

Askin', askin'
I'm tired of askin', you tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', askin', I'm tired of askin'
Askin'

I'm tryna get in your guts, show me your guts
All of my bitches up, we all up
This bitch say I was good for her just like melatonin
I wanna lay with you every night and we never bond
Good hair, only comb in the house, is a silicone
She done put her thong in my mouth and we made a song
You been window shoppin' all your life and I'm rich
On my second life, I ditched
All the ones and fives, I kept
All the hundos tight, okay
I can't creep tonight, okay
I just mixed a Sprite, okay
I don't wanna play with my life, okay
Half a million dollars on sight, okay
I can rely on my dawg, my ex gon' go, he gettin' real racks
We ain't gotta ask no more, we rockin' new Margi' and we get that bag
You a lil' pretty lil' brat, but you gettin' on top of that shit and get ratchet
I just took an Instagram model down right on a dirty mattress
You want it, you grab it, don't ask me
You ain't even gotta ask
You ain't even gotta ask me, you ain't even gotta ask me
You ain't gotta butter me up
You can go where you want, you can grab it
Ain't you tired of askin'?

Askin', I'm tired of askin', you tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', askin', I'm tired of askin'
Askin', I'm tired of askin'
Askin', askin', askin', yeah

Askin', askin'
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Askin', askin'
Askin', yeah (ooh whoa)
Ooh, ooh, ooh whoa
Ooh, ooh, ooh

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Recognize Real

Had to gamble my life
I'm rollin' the dice
My name got a price, but talk to me nice
I got my money right
And now they criticize, but it's alright
I won't be victimized
Judgin' the police takin' my people lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And ain't gotta do too much 'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

It's written on your face, like you better than me
I can't get caught up with you bitches, I'm keeping' it P
You gotta keep it P
My millennium is the last dying breed (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Louis on me, my arms strong and you too skinny and scrawny
You don't tell no lies then I can f*ck with you only
I turn you up and you gon' never be lonely (yeah)
I want a Rolls-Royce, I want a Maybach
I want a Hellcat,cost a hunnid racks
You sold a lot of cap, they want they money back
I toured across the map, thank God I made it back
I never asked for help, nobody gave me that
We 'boutta ban all that cap, we only stating facts
I'ma let 'em know how I feel, check out my latest track
And I always stay on track (yeah, yeah-yeah)

I'm killin' 'bout my brother, and I know that you see
My new house didn't come with a key, you gotta type it and see
F*ck your whole gang, we smoked the boss
We ain't smokin' no leaf
We shop online in vintage store
Got thousand-dollar tees
We passed the bitch right when we done
She ain't my wife, how could I see her with my son?
Rockin' Rick Owens, got the ones that say, "Cunt"
All I do is sit and count racks up by the bunch
Took her out and paid for lunch
Rich off of Pyrex, you can twirl your arm right to left and get a Corvette
5 or 6 M, the LaFerrari, I don't know what I started
I told my teacher I'ma buy more watches 'cause I was tardy
I started screamin' out the answers before it started
Added that bitch to my ransom, then went the hardest
My homie died, I want answers, so we gon' spark it
We takin' over like cancer and goin' the hardest

Had to gamble my life
Rollin' the dice
My name got a price, so talk to me nice
I got my money right
And now they criticize, but it's alright
I won't be victimized
Judgin' the police takin' my people lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And ain't gotta do too much 'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

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Contagious

I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious

I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I'd be showin' off, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I can never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated

I told my lawyer, "Change the situation"
Told the judge that I was always fakin'
But I know what's in my heart and I feel it beggin'
Told then let go of my boys, that would be amazin'
Try to blink out every time, I'm hidden in different spaces
Bought that same LaFerrari, told 'em keep it basic
Pulled up on them same lil' boys, told 'em let's get to racing
She don't need to know what it is, I bought my mom the Wagon
Yeah, keep on dodgin' years, my young nigga waitin'
I done gave away my Porsche, I throw up
I don't pass the torch, I pour up
Syrup, when I'm forced, I ho her
Out and in and I wreck her core
I took my finger and I remade the sore

I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I'd be showin' off, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I can never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated

They always told me I'll be goin' places
Now I'm just surrounded by these different faces
But all of this applause, yeah, it come with hatred
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious

Yeah, uh
Yesterday my daughter told me
"Daddy, you the best," I told her
"I'm makin' it back tonight
Baby, pass me that vest"
I know I'm livin' the fast life
But I sign niggas and I sign checks
I put a quarter mil' on my fingers just like Lil Baby, and they all baguettes
Every week I made four thousand, servin' bags for my big homie
I know I wasn't doin' it forever but it had moved me up from blowin' it
Sometimes you gotta take baby steps
But now you grown and gotta want it
Everything you doin', wonder every ho you screwin'
I ball like Harden, Jordan
I tried to keep my mouth closed
But I told 'em all the stories
I had five bitches with me in there lit like Robert Horry
I told my bitch, "From every strugglin' day, we buyin' the store"

I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I'd be showin' off, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I can never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated

They always told me I'll be goin' places
Now I'm just surrounded by these different faces
But all of this applause, yeah, it come with hatred
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious

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Peepin Out The Window

(Hey)
(Hey) (let's go, Mario)

Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (woo)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (slatt)
Hit the rocky road, then I led 'em to the projects (whoa)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (no cap)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (yeah)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock (yeah)
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop

I been in the trenches with three niggas called pork and beans
Chillin' with the Zoes, that's my family, they my ahks
Cook it watch it roll 'round the pot, then they come shop (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Playin' with the Spider, they pull up and then they chop (rrr)
Niggas 'round here funny, we cook up the bunnies (woo, woo)
I done showed my chest, bitches say they want me
I don't know the rest (yeah), niggas ain't no slimy (hey)
Show you the finesse, everybody 'round me (slatt)
Everywhere I go, I keep that strap like I'm horny (yeah)
Yellow diamonds on me, uh-uh-uh, but I'm not corny (yeah)
I am so not sorry, so don't tell me 'bout your story (uh-uh)
Black and white seats, Ore' (Ore'), five rings, Horry (Horry)
MAC-10 hungry (hungry), you pussies are baloneys (yeah)
I been with your mummy 'cause your daddy a jabroni (ha)
I been in the top room at Tootsie's, they ain't stop me
They know I got money, and I don't want nothing (Uh-uh)

Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (woo)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led them to the projects (on God)
Whole hood outdoors in the streets, they tryna stop 'em (yeah)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (f*ck 'em)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (skrr)

Big baguettes on niggas, it make lil' mama come and pamper me (yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
I be with my brodie 'cause he won't let nothing happen to me
I don't want your baby girl, you're nothing but a scam to me
I been ballin' on niggas like D Wade and they can't handle me (woo)
Broke niggas scam to me (yeah-yeah), don't put out my candle leaf
I just hit my groove and now we growin' none but Hercules
I just hit my dawg up, he said he went to church for me (to church)
Ran into the opps, kill 'em 'cause they tryna murder me
My niggas look like Starburst, make 'em all squirt (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Let me shop hoe, I can't buss you in the mall, jerk (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Shoot a nigga hands up like I'm Lil Durk (on God)
I got semi-automatics on the tour bus (woo)

Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (skrt)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led them to the projects (on God)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (yeah)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (f*ck 'em)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (hey)

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Rich Nigga Shit

Juicy (yo)
Nav-y
(Yo Pi'erre, wanna come out here?)
Ayy

Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari (ayy)
Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Gretzky
Chicken bock-bock like a nest king
I keep Wockhardt on my belly (yeah)

I just spent your salary
Walked inside of the exhibit and bought the gallery (uh, uh-huh)
I'm so wealthy, I done bought out on my cavities (uh-huh)
Havin' sex with your old lady, I lost calories (uh-huh)
Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping-pong with my bestie (uh)
Made a TV show with some lesbians (uh-huh)
Like the TV show, I done next'ed (uh)
G-Star, pull your thorns out your carat
Bought my dawg a new kennel, it's a palace
I'm the fortune, and the winners wanna bash me (slatt, slatt, slatt)
I rock minks when it ain't December 'cause my diamonds
Women lie and men lie, but not this money (bitch, bitch)
I'm a realer, call Coachella, tell 'em I'm comin' in Margiela
I don't like her, I can't sweat her, I just come and keep it mellow
I got ninety pills on me like I'm, Julius Peppers
Rolls-Royce truck umbrella, goin' for my brother

Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari (ayy)
Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Gretzky
Chicken bock-bock like a nest king
I keep Wockhardt on my belly (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Back in 'em days, minimum wage
Now a nigga up, talkin' too paid
Slide on a opp block with a Blu-Ray
Extended clip, we movie gang
Your boyfriend like, "Ooh, she came"
Went and took her anyway
Now he want his girl back
F*ck you, have a nice day (yeah)
Burberry on my coat
If it's a problem, I'm pullin' up, ten-four
Walk in his house, smoke a nigga like indo
Percocet popper, don't f*ck with the benzos
Party in the brib, hit the line for the info
Murder every nigga, murder every instrumental
They not my kinfolk
They finna get f*cked up when I hop out the Benz like Rambo, uh, uh
Shit, I made the devil dance
Leanin' all over this song, don't think I stand a chance
Separate my rights from my wrongs, to never be wrong again
But I'm DJ Khaled with it all 'cause all I do is win

Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari (ayy)
Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the radio, I'm not Gretzky
Chicken bock-bock like a nest king
I keep Wockhardt on my belly

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Livin It Up

Hey (mmm)

We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright
Don't worry 'bout 12, no, they ain't showin' up
Rocky came with the shots, Thug came with the blunts
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright, yeah

Now, you see, we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Now, you see, we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Yeah, one's too many, hunnid isn't enough
Yeah, a hunnid just isn't enough

Oh hey, lucky girl, okay
What you want? Andalé
Got ice on the way
Put stones in your face
Calamari, ocean lake
Split a millions four ways
Vine pavilion, Saint Tropez, yeah, alright
Why is it so hard for you to cry when we rich?
I put the sideline in front 'cause I can't argue 'bout shit
I told God, protect my life 'cause I'm gon' come in that shit
You know about this, you know why
She won't fasten up her seatbelt when we ride
Bought the girl a two-story penthouse in the Big Apple like a pie
She was tryna tear me down with all her words, but they were lies
But I let it get away with it 'cause sometimes you wanna die, yeah, yeah

We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright)
Don't worry 'bout 12, no, they ain't showin' up
Rocky came with the shots, Thug came with the blunts
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright), yeah

Now, you see, we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Now, you see, we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Yeah, one's too many, hunnid isn't enough
Yeah, a hunnid just isn't enough

I'm on my own
Get high with me, we'll levitate
Get high with me for brighter days
Old smile, let me spot a frame
I'm so lit, it could start the campfire
Shorty, where your man? Let me stand by ya
Well, Mr. Esquire, seen a fresher attire do a spin-out in my fresh tire
Red stones, I'm a vampire, it might petrify ya
Uh, whole city goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Whole city goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Uh, new semi goin' dump, dump, dump
Four-fizzy on the pump, pump, pump

We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright) yeah
Don't worry 'bout 12, no, they ain't showin' up (livin' it up)
Rocky came with the shots, Thug came with the blunts
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (Alright, alright), yeah

Now, you see, we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Now, you see, we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Yeah, one's too many, hunnid isn't enough
Yeah, a hunnid just isn't enough

---

Yea Yea Yea

(Wheezy outta here)
YSL Music Group

From the other world to the world to the other world, lonely
I done f*cked her and another girl and another girl on me
I done ran'd up these racks and now I got Christmas under the tree (ran up)
Though my dawg'ndem sat, they ain't say nothin', that's on me (yeah)
I don't wanna talk about nothin', I don't wanna know 'bout no beefs (yeah)
Need a pen to jot it down, I'm tryna forever remember this (yeah, yeah)
I was tryna shoot 'em down, I don't wanna forever diss (ha)
Be quiet, let me count every dime without a miss (shh)
I done ran'd up the bag, now red bottoms on my feet
You can wake up to drapes and heated floors on your feet (yeah)
Señoritas, I'ma buy you a Richard Mille, all VV's
Señoritas (señoritas), señorita (oh, yeah)
Señorita ('rita), gotta re-up (whoa-whoa)
Father, we up, my feet up (oh)
Send the weed up with a fever
Can't ease up without seein' us
I gotta rebuild, not mad at all
For YSL, puttin' on for my dawgs
I got gratitude and lattitude
A bougie nigga, put my kids all in charter school (ya)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(And I just wanna know if you love me, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I just wanna know, yeah)

Droppin' off the top with the mileage backed up
Break it down and twirl it around, it add up (ayy)
Hella people 'round the town get fast dough (racks)
Eighty-seven Kaepernick thousand on the Rollie
I can always see the devil harassin' me
Tellin' me he lovin' me while stabbin' me (yeah)
Niggas tellin' 'round this bitch, it's a hobby (no cap)
Lost control on the road with a body (skrrt, skrrt)
You bionic, give a nigga stamina (stamina)
I don't spare none, niggas gon' get banned out
I take my .9 out, really wanna find out
You got your hands out because I'm passin' bands out
I lost my virginity into Amanda
I'll these f*ckin' yellow diamonds, Tropicana
Bunch of old ass bitches tryna f*ck us
They'll be f*ckin' on my grandson (ya)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(And I just wanna know if you love me, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(I just wanna know, yeah)

---

Insure My Wrist

(Taurus)
I don't believe ya
When you say you're different
(Taurus)
'Cause I heard it all before
Yeah

Half a million, got insurance on my watch
Half a million, I went got me some insurance on my wrist
I told lil' ma, "Be careful, bitch, this all on my expense"
I told her, "Watch the wheels on the Bent', cause' it ain't rented"
Talk about a bitch, oh, I got plenty
I'm talkin' 'bout a lot, like a million bucks and pennies
These pussies ridin' waves, so why they motherf*ckin' spinnin'?
And my diamonds black like spades, and I'm smilin' and grinnin'

My mama told me "Pick up the phone"
I got a call from the label sayin', "It's coming in strong"
I just called up my old lady, told her "Go pick what you want"
I put these racks on your potato, your tomato get gone
She ask me who I am when she see me
I'm just that nigga wit' that million dollar T.P
I came from nothin' but that ain't how the world see me
I'm kinda happy, I guess that's how the girls skeet me
I told my nigga "Don't be worried 'bout no CC"
I'ma have your shit together by your B-day
I told them just don't go out sad or be no cheapskate
I wanna see you on the building out on Peachtree
Yeah, yeah

Half a million, got insurance on my watch
Half a million, I went got me some insurance on my wrist
I told lil' ma, "Be careful, bitch, this all on my expense"
I told her, "Watch the wheels on the Bent', cause' it ain't rented"
Talk about a bitch, oh, I got plenty
I'm talkin' 'bout a lot, like a million bucks and pennies
These pussies ridin' waves, so why they motherf*ckin' spinnin'?
And my diamonds black like spades, and I'm smilin' and grinnin'

Ho put a trackin' chip inside my watch
Got rich with felons, ain't no tellin', I can never be a cop
Set of Forgi's on Pirelli, got me swervin', dodging pots
My investor done invested all my extras in the stocks
How I make it through the killings?
How I'm here to see the vision?
Save until that money rot
I stack it to the ceiling
Give 'em everything you got
Shoot it fully 'til its empty
Let 'em know "Don't ever tempt me"
Well respected in the city, huh
The money grown, I had to grab my Lamborghini out
Rich on my own, I brought it home and now my family proud
I got some tucked away in case we get a rainy cloud
We poured a couple eights today, I woke up on a cloud

Half a million, got insurance on my watch
Half a million, I went got me some insurance on my wrist
I told lil' ma, "Be careful, bitch, this all on my expense"
I told her, "Watch the wheels on the Bent', cause' it ain't rented"
Talk about a bitch, oh, I got plenty
I'm talkin' 'bout a lot, like a million bucks and pennies
These pussies ridin' waves, so why they motherf*ckin' spinnin'?
And my diamonds black like spades, and I'm smilin' and grinnin'

Yeah, I don't believe ya
When you say you're different
(Taurus)
'Cause I heard it all before

---

Scoliosis

[Young Thug]
Yeah, Double O, brrah
I catch your bitch and I hit with a Trojan (Kutta, cut that shit up man)
White diamonds like a dove or lotion (Woo)

[Young Thug]
Pussy young nigga try f*ck with the kid
But they can't f*ck up nothin' and I got on my motion
I promise I come for the smoke
And young Double with me and the guns are smokin' (Yeah)
I f*ck on that bitch, get in motion
You're twenty-some karats, my shit out the ocean (Okay)
I cop me a Cartier skeleton, yeah (Yeah)
Scoliosis (Woo)
Back to back Lambo' with Taurus (Woo)
I f*cked that bitch with a virus (Woo)
I put the beam on the carbon (Hoo)
I put the Drac' on the charger (Woo)
Blew down that bitch like a Dodger (Woo)
Racks longer than MARTA (Woo)
I came to school tardy (Woo)
I was f*ckin' your daughter (Sex)

[Young Thug]
Whole lotta bags (Whole lotta bags)
FN in the Jag' (F in the back)
Put some hoes in the cab
Put the child in the trash (Yeah)
Let it hit like Steve Nash (Yeah, yeah)
I get lettuce, that's cash (Cash)
I go 'Vette on they ass
I'm not finishin' last (I'm not finishin' last)
I'm stackin' my cash up (Cash), I was gettin' my bag (Gettin' my bag)
I was tellin' we were playin', but Double O tryna spaz (Tryna spaz)
I don't need my shit cut, it's snakes in my grass (Snakes in the grass)
I was smashin' the gas (Smashin' the gas, yeah)

[Young Thug]
Pussy young nigga try f*ck with the kid
But they can't f*ck up nothin' and I got on my motion
I promise I come for the smoke
And young Double with me and the guns are smokin' (Yeah)
I f*ck on that bitch, get in motion
You're twenty-some karats, my shit out the ocean (Okay)
I cop me a Cartier skeleton, yeah (Yeah)
Scoliosis (Woo)
Back to back Lambo' with Taurus (Woo)
I f*cked that bitch with a virus (Woo)
I put the beam on the carbon (Hoo)
I put the Drac' on the charger (Woo)
Blew down that bitch like a Dodger (Woo)
Racks longer than MARTA (Woo)
I came to school tardy (Woo)
I was f*ckin' your daughter (Sex)

[Lil Double O]
My diamonds, they look like water
I'm f*ckin' your daughter, Lil Double O been lit
Everywhere I go, got a chopper
F*ck blowin' up rappin', I'd rather just ride 'til I'm rich
Get down with a bust down for the one wrist
Slime told me the gate out, (Say what) G6 now the ho lit (Uh)
Since the ho act rich, I put that lil' ho on the move
Slime the boy out, get that shit off your wrist
Can't get no sleep, I'd rather chase money takin' bricks
Got more money than my opps, why the f*ck I'm on D?
Don't do no talkin', just pull up with choppers and hit
That my twin, we pull up and step on shit (Let's go)
Double O with the scope with the chopper, I don't need no pick
Pen hittin' too hard like a football hit
With seven-hundred FBG, YSL
Catch a body, you gon' get a bag, don't tell

[Young Thug]
Pussy young nigga try f*ck with the kid
But they can't f*ck up nothin' and I got on my motion
I promise I come for the smoke
And young Double with me and the guns are smokin' (Yeah)
I f*ck on that bitch, get in motion
You're twenty-some karats, my shit out the ocean (Okay)
I cop me a Cartier skeleton, yeah (Yeah)
Scoliosis (Woo)
Back to back Lambo' with Taurus (Woo)
I f*cked that bitch with a virus (Woo)
I put the beam on the carbon (Hoo)
I put the Drac' on the charger (Woo)
Blew down that bitch like a Dodger (Woo)
Racks longer than MARTA (Woo)
I came to school tardy (Woo)
I was f*ckin' your daughter (Sex)

[Outro]
Taurus

---

Bubbly

Wheezy outta here

[Young Thug]
My career 'bout to blast like bubbly
I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me
I can tell she f*ck with me, man, trust me
I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor
I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah)
You stay in your feelings, you never my boy
I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy
Another body drop and they screamin' my name
I'm goin' to L.A. on a private plane
Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah)
I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paid
Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face
Pull up too deep like a f*ckin' parade
Old jealous-ass niggas tryna f*ck up my pay (Ha)
Blast off, Rolls-Royce Cullinan rain (Broke niggas)
I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherf*ckin' chains (Chains)
This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it, I come through this motherf*cker plain (Woah)
I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (Yeah) and Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face
I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah, yeah)

[Travis Scott]
Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin'
The SVR still livin' deranged (Yeah)
I want her, she wanted the same
Hit 'em both same time, both glad that they came (It's lit)
Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained
Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh)
Tat' a logo on the back of my brain
Don't ask me what the f*ck am I thinkin'
Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank
Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit)
Area 29, got it lookin' like space
Houston, it's a problem way we bustin' up faces and shit
I came with the snakes, no squids (Straight up)
I broke out the game with a 456
She lovin' the fest', I see it
She lovin' the fest' (Straight up, straight up)
Yeah, I see it on her face, and I'm lovin' that body
In lace, I know you lovin' Spider and Jack
Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love yourself, take shots with me
If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait)

[Drake]
YSL'll put a nigga six feet
I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please"
Me and lil' Thugger on fleek
Now that lil' ho wanna meet, ayy
What, what, what, what?
F*ck her on beat
OVO life not cheap
I'm a young boy too T'd
Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh God, I'm geeked
Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak
Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6, man, it's bigger than me
Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'
I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me-
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ride in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
Rockin' her bed and the headboard
What, what, what, what?
Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
Park at the regular airport
You stay in your feelings, was never my boy

---

Road Rage

(Taurus)

Hopscotchin' through the street, I'm tryin' not to fall
She pray to God I make it home before tomorrow mornin'
I'm tryna tell her to pick a Rollie but she don't care at all
I'm carin' 'bout my drank, my portion's what I'm comin' for
I been keepin' up with my city
High performance on my jacket, Rolls-Royce truck for extra fifty
Just incase I run into her, I'm tryin' my best to stay spiffy, yeah

See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl, oh yeah
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl

Every time they call in, young nigga ballin'
I went from tellin' them to try me, to callin' shots
And I wanna know what's on your mind, what you're thinkin' 'bout
And I wanna know if I can change it, let's take you out
Private flight to France, such a change in trends
I bought her a Richard, now she dance like ants in her pants
Red and white diamonds on my mans, he an ambulance
Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch
He said his last two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner and seen my bros gettin' rich
Signed another check for a couple million on a jet
Swear to God, 2006, my sickest dream was buyin' a 'Vette
Bought that shit and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Gettin' them bales up by the metric ton, hit up feds or somethin'
Bought a Bentley with a credit card, it's the blackened one
I got shows way in Hong Kong, I'm the chosen one
You frozen tongue, you won't say it twice, I'll great you with a gun, nigga

See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl, oh yeah
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl

---

Faces

This is what you need (hey)
I came with plenty (racks)
This is what you need
Wear my heart (heart), on my sleeve (hey)
Sit me down, baby, tell me where to be
Cross my heart, the door ajar unless it's Bentley
Say, when I wanna turn my back, don't go knock on my dawg door (yeah, yeah)
I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (yeah)
Ayy sis, spendin' it up
Okay, you beat your cases and you don't have to sell the can now (sell the can now)
And her f*ckin' ring look like the Grand Slam (whoa)
Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley just to transit (whoa)
Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out
Lost thirty million this year and that's with the shows out (whoa)
I told 'em put the rest of it up, we got to hold out
Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out where my show spot
Racist, pockets full of big faces
Get you paid quick
Walk up on 'em and just face it (baow)
Open cases, guess they thought I was somethin' to play with (woo)
Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (woo)
Tryna rob you, chances are slimmer than shady (yeah)
She got her hair long with the Maisons on, no basic (oh yeah, yeah)
She got me thinkin' everybody 'round me cheatin' (yeah)
These niggas basic, they need to face it
I'ma turn off the light
But tell me is you breathin'?
Tell me if you caught a fever
Strictly for cuttin' up every season (oh)
I took her out, seein' it changed me
I took her out, you know the pain, babe
You a hard headed nigga, yeah
F*ck all that though
No back and forth with them opp or them hatin' hoes
No back and forth with them opp 'bout your ratchet ass
I hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah

La-la-la, la-la-la
Ooh, ooh, na-na
I don't wanna get no crown
Blessed with her heartaches
My heart gone

---

Droppin Jewels

(Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
(Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceilin'

Drop a body, and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch
I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong
I done got big, they record my life through a drone
I told my bitch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone
She like, "How the f*ck you ain't never wrote a song?"
Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong
You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone
Bought you a spot, now you don't never gotta go
Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him
You gotta go through this shit with your heart, you can't snooze on it
It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
I know you heard that old sayin' about bad fruit, homie
Huh, if you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em
If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy
I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body
I told my son he ain't a cheerleader but he might gotta catch a body
His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy
I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body
I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby
I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it
Now my cars and clothes exotic
Ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti
I been droppin' all my Vicks and now the FBI won't stop me
Got this shit on fire like Takis, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa

(Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
(Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceilin'

Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce
TV in the front of that motherf*cker like a tour bus
Spirit of Ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see
I told my bitch I was 'bout to go shoot up Treaster Tree
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard
I just bought a brand new coupe, and it's a black Jaguar
Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am
We gon' make us a pornstar video, new cam
I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps
I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps
Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am"
Got the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam
I got the sheets wet
Pick that lil' bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from B-X
Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah
It was dark, then I came to the light
I was poor, and now my doors suicide
I don't know how to make it right, right
Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
I don't care about you leavin' me
I got no time to try to make it right
I just hope you find another life
Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right (whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
(Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceilin'

---

Fifth Day Dead

Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah
Yeah, ooh, no
Tell me
Ooh no
Say, ooh, no
Yeah

Moncler coat, 'cause I'm the coldest out
I had twenty thousand pints sealed in a drought
Twelve bend the corner, me and the dawgs gettin' out
Got twenty-seven colors, this Versace couch
I got it from Birdman out of his Miami spot
I told the bitch don't call me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you rackin', big gold Patek's rose gold
White diamonds on my wrist, it's like my main bitch toes
I cut the top off of the Benz, that winter was cold
I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes
I got a lot of spots for recess for all my kids in the back
Playgrounds galore for teachers askin' why all of 'em brats

Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I told it to my dawg, I told him feds
F*ck over opps, they kids still shit the bed
I f*cked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock' 'cause ain't no red

Passport shawty, I can take this bitch places
High heel Chanel, oh, she rockin' big aces
A pussy nigga wishin' he could trade places
I told a nigga, "You must be kidding, I'm goin' Maison"
I called my watch stupid 'cause the time froze
150 for my tooth and when I find hoes
My niggas smoke Biscotti, not the pinecone
My nigga Jimbo did a dime, now he back home

I been countin' money all night long
Until my dawgs who can't fall off no more
I used to walk down, buyin' out the store
Her body was natural, now she plastic, she a barbie

Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I told it to my dawg, I told him feds
F*ck over opps, they kids still shit the bed
I f*cked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock' 'cause ain't no red

Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah
Yeah, ooh, no
Tell me
Ooh no
Say, ooh, no
Yeah

---

Icy Hot

(Wheezy outta here)

She say I'm high as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy tucked, before she let me f*ck
I keep her in a box, she wanna spend my bucks
She said I'm fire as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot"
I said, "I'm icy hot," I said, "I'm icy hot"
She wanna land a punch, my pocket on croissants
I call lil' mama a thot, she call me icy hot

First of all, I've been in the trap for a lifetime
F*ck a Dawn, I've been spinnin' black just like night time
Above the law, I'm a motherf*ckin' outlaw
Fendi scarves, Louis Vuitton on my side clone, huh
Whoever get wet up again
They want me get fed up again
But I don't let up again
This fool better catch up, it's time to get wet up
Now I don't sweat up again
I ain't never let up again
Is you a bad bitch in a Mercedes? (Hey)
Is you a bad bitch in a Mercedes? (Hey)
They tried to burn the coupe, and I'ma trade it (they tried to)
My niggas into swoopin', they gon' make it (they into swoop)
They tried to kick me out, now it's disabled
I whip that Rolls-Royce like I'm a sailor (whip that Rolls-Royce)
I count up so much, I bleed from paper
I keep the fan and glizzy by my neighbor (at all times)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She say I'm high as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy tucked, before she let me f*ck
I keep her in a box, she wanna spend my bucks
She said I'm fire as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot"
I said, "I'm icy hot," I said, "I'm icy hot"
She wanna land a punch, my pocket on croissants
I call lil' mama a thot, she call me icy hot

He give me stove top, he go hibachi-ba
He gave me boba cob, threw my hitachi out
He lick my 'nani, ah, he call it cherry pie
He said my Tiger Balm, gave him that icy hot
I run shit, I'm lieutenant, I fly you to L.A
My jet look like the Jetsons, it's 2020, yeah
I feel like Abu Dhabi, I said, "Let's summer there"
He said I'm wifey type, he threw dick like bouquet
He call me Doja Rat, I chew through all his cheese
That's just the fifty carat, that's just a hundred G's
Freezer and brand new tap, no plumber for the leak
I wouldn't wish this heat on all my enemies

She say I'm high as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy tucked, before she let me f*ck
I keep her in a box, she wanna spend my bucks
She said I'm fire as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot"
I said, "I'm icy hot," I said, "I'm icy hot"
She wanna land a punch, my pocket on croissants
I call lil' mama a thot, she call me icy hot

High as f*ck, icy hot
Oh, mm-mm
Tuck, let me f*ck
In the box
Yeah-yeah
Fire as f*ck
Icy hot, icy hot, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, icy hot

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Love You More

No, I'm not tryin'
To be the last thing you see when you turn your light off
You're makin' me feel somethin'
But I know that it's wrong
Can't you see?
It's not who I wanna be, yeah

'Cause I love you more than anything
Oh, I love you more than anything
'Cause I love you more than anything
Oh, I love you more than anything

Hoping you call 'bout anything
I love when you call me about anything
I love how you don't doubt anything
Like I said, get anything
'Cause I love the way you call my phone
And textin' me, "Good morning"
Two shots of Patrón, and we sexin' 'til the morning
Hate when you don't cum, you done told a nigga it's corny
Walking 'round with an attitude, oh, I'm supposed to be in a party
Girl, you know I love you, ain't disrespect whenever I'm tardy
Walking 'round with a shoppin' cart, we tearing down Barney's
Oh, girl, I want you badly

'Cause I love you more than anything (go 'head, oh, go 'head)
Oh, I love you more than anything (love you more than anything, anything)
'Cause I love you more than anything (oh yeah, oh, oh)
Oh, I love you more than anything (more than any, more than anything)

Don't ask about petty things
Don't have to beg, she get anything
I love her bad, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

'Cause I love you more than anything
Oh, I love you more than anything (love you more than anything, anything)
'Cause I love you more than anything (oh yeah, oh, oh)
Oh, I love you more than anything (More than any, more than anything)

(Metro)
Oh, yes, I love you, how I do you
Put you up, I want more for you
Grab my heart, so I hold you close
I won't let go of you
You the definition of loyal, and I know it's true
I give my heart to you
Hope you know love lost 'cause I love you

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Hate The Game

I f*cked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby

Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Hopped out the Lamborghini, and she ate me
All this water on my sleeve, I need a jet ski

Hopped off a Delta to a private jet
Hopped out, Beretta, then I shot his neck (grah)
Green face AP, I'm 'bout to call it Shrek (green, green)
Throw me a baddie, and I caught the catch (go)
How you don't hate the game and hate me? (Me)
Lot of flaw and misconceptions what it be (yeah)
I done came back from the dust, wipe off the leaves (yeah)
I don't want none of these sluts from off the streets

I f*cked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby

This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw
A nigga gettin' so big, I gotta get drove 'round by the law
Got tattoos up her sleeve, we on a shoppin' spree
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby

I just left the Cullinan up at Capaco (skrt, skrt)
Rolls-Royce sittin' on my wrist, and, yes, in plain gold (oh, oh)
I told that bitch, "Don't fall for that lil' chainsaw" (oh, oh)
Turn it on from off and cut your name out (yeah)
My watch and my rings and my chains cost (oh, oh)
My boxers and my tank, they done came off (oh, oh)
F*ck cops, 'til then I bang with my thang out (yeah)
I drank sauces, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)

Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby

I f*cked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby

This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw
A nigga gettin' so big, I gotta get drove 'round by the law
Got tattoos up her sleeve, we on a shoppin' spree
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby

Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby

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Day Before

Yeah
Ayy
Listen

S-N-Double-O-P, I'm a dizz-op
Shit, he was talkin' brazy, I ain't lie, I knocked the nigga off
I ain't tryna give him a chance to kill me or take the stand on me
He know I just had a hundred thousand P's Saran'd on me
I had to hand out all the rooms so she can't say I molested
I tried to take back all the watches, rings, and the necklaces
She said I'm takin' full advantage 'cause I'm never stressin'
'Cause I had feelings for this girl that barely owned a residence
Don't get me wrong, 'cause it ain't nothing 'bout that money, nigga
I meant to tell you, since a kid, I been gettin' my own figures
I was bringin' in the racks and she was steady shoppin'
I'm talkin' big bills, all colors, nigga, Monopoly
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm sharper than the damn machete
Super different, I even stood out on my own partners
Since a kid, I been a dresser, Thousand Island
I was shittin', my diamonds green, piss, port-a-potty, whoa

Yeah
Bitch talk to me while I'm sleepin', yeah, yeah
Swimmin' in the linen like deep-end, yeah, yeah
All I never needed was a alibi, yeah, yeah
I don't need a motherf*ckin' reason, yeah
Out of mind, so I keep a pizzy
Everything a hundred, I don't ever leave it fifty, yeah
Did my own half-time, if I was simple
What the f*ck you think I'm rich for?
Why you think I'm always talkin' shit, with my hand on my dick?
In the crib, this bitch turn it to a strip show
It's what it is, though
Yeah, yeah, it's what it is, though, yeah, whoa
Leave me alone, take your ass home
If it ain't another million, I ain't pickin' up the phone
Phony motherf*ckers always sittin' on a throne
All I want's some pussy, baby, give a dog a bone, yeah, yeah
I don't need a lot, but I got a lot
I don't need a lot, but I got a lot, yeah
Two hundred for the whip in the parking lot
Everything cuttin', turn this shit into a barbershop
Swear I'm always shinin', couldn't tell you if it's dark or not
Just a couple things I thought about, yeah, yeah