Slime Language 2 Album Lyrics by Young Thug


Young Thug Lyrics

Slime Language 2 Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Slatty

[Young Thug]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah

Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
Hop in a Benz (What?)
Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt)
Hop in your friend (Yeah)
After your daughter (Yee)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I'm in the gym, of course
I can't even care, whore
I'm out the scene, yeah
Knock off your boy, yeah
Keeping it clean (Woah)
Drac' with the beam
I got your team
Popping a bean, yeah

I got a bag, it ain't enough
My left wrist bling, yes, it is tough
I killed his man in front of his mama
Like f*ck lil' bruh, sister and his cousin
Now I kick my shit, that ain't no punt
Like f*ck my wrist, it ain't enough
Now I f*ck my bitch 'til it ain't nothing
I shoot out, blank, still ain't cuffin' up
Proud of my money
Kill 'em, not leaving a trace, yeah
Kill 'em, not leaving a trace (Brrt)
I'm 'bout to cut off the K, yeah
Black diamonds, Martin Luther King (Black)
I had to break in the safe, yeah
And I didn't leave 'em a trace (Yeah)
I had to break in that safe, yeah (Yeah)
Coppin' lil' mama the Range (Yeah)
Hop in the Jag, I just been doing the dash, woah
Today my Margiela was big, I look like a dad, woah (I look like a dad, woah)
She got gator on her purse, it look like a rash, woah (Look like a motherf*ckin' rash)
Three hundred K out in Turks and I'm still in my bag, woah (Still in my bag)

[Young Thug & Yak Gotti]
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, woo)
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
Hop in a Benz (What?)
Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt)
Hop in your friend (Yeah)
After your daughter (Yee)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I'm in the gym, of course
I can't even care, whore
I'm out the scene, yeah
Knock off your boy, yeah
Keeping it clean (Maniac killed 'em)
Drac' with the beam (Maniac killed 'em)
I got your team (Maniac killed 'em)
Popping a bean, yeah (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)

[Yak Gotti]
Dissect your body like science class, nigga
Give you my word, then I gotta deliver (I gotta)
Bet they gon' know when the slime in the building
Hot as a iron, I mean, hot like the skillet
Creeping up, crawling, know I was just skipping
Gangster 'cause you got a body, lil' nigga
Magazine clips, so you might get your issue
You think you gangster cause' you got a pistol? (For real?)
Bye-bye, Felicia
Look for your body, so they gotta eat it (Okay)
I am Yak Gotti, but I'm not a vegan (Hell nah, nigga)
Flathead the pull up, the Honda, the Civic (Skrrt)
Running from twelve, then I jumped the defenses
Blood on my bottom, like Roddy Richie
Look at my trigger, my trigger start itching
Ride with that chick, she say point blank and period (Point blank and period)
When I aim at you, it's point blank, no missing (Point blank, no missing)
Lay in your grass and come out of your bushes (Let's go)
Pick up that trip and I bet I'll start tripping
Bet I'll start tripping like I get a rush
My slime, he a crip, keep that stick like a crutch

[Young Thug & Yak Gotti]
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Gotti)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, Yak, Yak)
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
Hop in a Benz (What?)
Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt)
Hop in your friend (Yeah)
After your daughter (Yee)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

[Gunna]
We can't relate
We from the hood, I was renegade (Renegade)
Stepped in the spot, had fish parquet (Yeah)
Can't be a slime, he got bitch boy trait
She wanted to f*ck, but I left L.A. (L.A.)
My savage, I bought him a new AK
My birthday, I ran up that STK
We smoke out the good and don't care what they say (Care what they say, slatt)
Baguettie wrist
I done got rich off of politics (Politics)
Canary yellow, I gotta piss (Uh)
Rich nigga brunch, I had fish and grits
Want nothing back, I don't penny pinch
Told her, "I'm pissed, come massage this dick"
I paid the high for that Glock with the switch (Glock with the switch)
Guaranteed me, if I pop, it won't miss (Pop, it won't miss)

[Lil Duke]
I shot at your mans
None of that shit wasn't planned
I f*cked this bitch and her friend, both of them bitches done came on my pants
Louis V dripping, lil' niggas, ain't none of my niggas ain't rocking no Vans
He mad at me 'cause his bitch is a fan, do what I want and he do what he can
I put that bitch in the figure-four, too many vibes, so it's hard to pick a ho
Came from the bottom, I used to be broke, I was trapping, and I used to trap out the liquor store
I bet it all on the tin and foil
Drop off the pack, that's a give and go
Now when I rap on the track, it's a ten or more
I'm in the club with a Glock, it's extended
Tint is so dark, they can't see who is in it
Niggas ain't cashing out, these niggas rented
YSL, we going overboard
Plugged everywhere like extension cord

[Young Thug]
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, woo)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
Hop in a Benz (What?)
Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt)
Hop in your friend (Yeah)
After your daughter (Yee)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I'm in the gym, of course
I can't even care, whore
I'm out the scene, yeah
Knock off your boy, yeah
Keeping it clean (Woah)
Drac' with the beam
I got your team
Popping a bean



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Ski

Woo
(A Tsunami)
Spider, SEX

Yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah (woo), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

The price I want for a show, you 'gon need three promoters (woo)
I got the body from Jim Ellis but I had switched the motor (skrrt)
I got these badass bitches ridin' 'round this bitch and they all the coldest (yeah)
I just told her make a store run (yeah)
I just bought all the Trojans (yeah), yeah (yeah)
I told her stay out my mentions (yeah)
I told her stop telling everything she seen
And told her, "Meet me at the Ritz" (let's go)
I got baguettes in the back of my ring
And I wasn't even tryna hit (wasn't even tryna, yeah, yeah)
I told her she gotta run through the team
Before she can talk to the lick ('fore she can talk to the) yeah (yeah)
Lamb chop, I just pulled up in some food (skrrt, skrrt)
I told lil' mama, "Tie all my shoes" (my shoes)
Showed her two million cash, now she woozy (yeah, whoa)
Twenty watches and I'm still snoozin' (twenty)
I had came up out the trenches
Then I had beat a few bodies like Boosie
She said, "You murk 'em, I show you my coochie"
I had to sing to this bitch like lil' Toosie (woo)

Yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah, yeah (ski)
Yeah, yeah (ski)
Yeah, yeah (let's go)

Bitch got a Backwood on her nightstand
She must be f*ckin' with Gunna (yeah, yeah)
I f*ck with slatts and we come to eat racks
And I came with some f*ckin' piranhas (yeah)

All this Biscotti I got in my 'Wood
Need somebody grow me a tree (tree)
Came out the hood, now my trunk got a hood
Now I crank up the car with no keys
Beat it, she for the street-neet-neets
Only once, she got hit at the 'spinini
I feel a 'lil rich this week
To influence my family to not be cheap (be cheap)
I tote an FN on me (yeah)
Call Neechie-Neech, it's a Glock he keep (ah)
Duke Rollin' 60's, he locked in C's (Rollin')
We roll in that coupe with the bucket seats (bucket seats)
Got out that mud like a football cleat
I used to trap out of that four-door Jeep (four-door)
Call up the plug and he know what I need (know what I need)
Stay on her knees so we hardly speak (hardly speak), yeah
I'm in New York counting shmoney, yeah
Ain't the stuntman, but I'm stuntin', yeah
Wunna, these vibes wanna love me, yeah
Not wifey, and no lovey-dovey (woo)

Yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah, yeah (ski)
Yeah, yeah (ski)
Yeah, yeah (let's go)

Bitch had an Act' stain on her jeans
I know she f*cking with Thugger (yeah, yeah)
I f*ck with slatts and we come to eat racks
And I came with some f*ckin' piranhas (yeah)

(A Tsunami)



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Diamonds Dancing

(feat. Travis Scott)

All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing 'round this bitch
I'm Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist (Run that back, Turbo)
Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, pop, pop, then dip
I've been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific
I fell in love with my bitches, then sold 'em for some riches
This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
I told 'em, "I'm so slimy, I'm so shady, I admit it, yeah"

Slatt like to shoot, slatt like to murk
Twenty-one gun salute (Baow), drilling, putting in work (Yeah)
Cut his tonsils out (Woo), I said it'd hurt (Ayy)
Keep a new four-four, yeah, let it burst
Pockets Honey Kettle, keep on pedal
Get my own cheddar, all my dogs better
Honeycomb bezel, we make opps jitter
Maison Margielas, cases get settled
Here, clean the cookie off, family, Travis, the Scotts (Yeah)
Servin' the bags, I'm cookin' the stove
Came in the spot and we servin' with soap
I was just spazzing, finding the flow
I'm with some Crips, down with some Locs
Hand in the pot, I'm with some Bloods
How many slatts? Leave it to us (Yeah)
Yeah, countin' racks, smokin' on pot
Yeah, I upgraded my thot
Yeah, I upgraded my spots
Yeah, thots chickened out
Woo, yeah, the spots upgraded, now them bitches chickened out
Hey, thirty-five burnt hundreds on my pocket watch

All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing 'round this bitch
I'm Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, pop, pop, then dip
I've been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific
I fell in love with my bitches, then sold 'em for some riches
This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
I told 'em, "I'm so slimy, I'm so shady, I admit it, yeah"

Only designer tints (Designer tints)
I heard they plottin' on me (They plottin')
These niggas thought it was sweet (Sweet)
We had to put 'em to sleep (Put 'em to sleep)
Counted two million this week (Two million)
Couldn't take my time with the freak (Let's go)
She asked for that big Birkin B (B)
Your bitch, she been tellin' the tea (Tellin' the tea)
A YSL member (YSL)
Rocking SL denim (Slatt, slatt)
Put a few shells in 'em (Slatt)
Just a young player nigga (Yeah)
She wanna suck this pickle, yeah
Might spend a couple nickels, yeah
They'll never try a nigga (Try a nigga)
Shoot it up, Brian Nickels
New girls, Patrick Swayze, shady baby, loco, crazy (Loco)
Southside, but not JD, pull up, AMG Mercedes (Mercedes)
CC on my lady (CC), that's Celine, that's not cha-nay-nay (Cha-nay-nay)
Big dog with no rabies, wake up, everyday a payday (Payday, ooh)

In your city, lookin' for a movie, can you tote? (Tote)
Jeffrey with me, now we gotta run it back, Turbo
She thinkin' villa, I was thinkin' two weeks on a boat (Yeah)
Got bunnies with ya, my dogs are jackalopes, hop on, let's go (Let's go)
Feelin' like Hugh Hefner (Yeah), my hoes came together (Yeah)
Not a Gina (Yeah), this Martin y Coretta (Dream)
At the crib, Coachella ('Chella), Cactis in the cellar (Ah)
Creep out like cartelers, Cactus life forever (Slatt)
Yeah, diamonds King Kong, how they beatin' on my chest (Ah, King Kong)
Uh, the link so long, this shit 'bout to touch my dick (Link)
Up to summer strong, and we got another stretch (Team)
November come, won't you pop out at the fest? (It's lit)
Feel it on my body, it's a movie, ayy, ayy (Yeah)
It was just one night, it felt like a sci-fi (Fi)
We dodgin' the sun, only way we come alive (Alive)
We've been on the run
How you do that? How you do that? Yeah (It's lit)

All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing 'round this bitch
Uh, Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
Put Giuseppes on my kid, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, cock, pop, then dip
I've been in the trenches, this trap, to be specific
I fell in love with my bitches, then sold 'em for some riches
This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
I told 'em, "I'm so slimy, I'm so shady, I admit it, yeah"



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Solid

(feat. Drake)

[Drake:]
Ayy, slip, slide, tryna provide for me, for me (Woo), for me
Find me somewhere out in London, you know that's the hideaway
I need some head and some moral support from you right away
Since I been makin' donations, see you like United Way (You know how I do)
Stories you told me 'bout him, I can see that it's night and day (He told me the truth)
Walkin' from here to my bedroom, it feel like it's miles away (It's too many rooms)

[Gunna:]
And I'm still hard body, I don't fear nobody
Phantom whips, I'm ridin', all my friendships solid
I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Drake:]
Revin' the engine, woah
City dependin', I gotta finish it
I want opinions, yeah, she want a demon, yeah
She want a ring or some sort of arrangement, yeah
Something's that's dangerous
I wanna change it, I wanna claim it, yeah
I want it painted, yeah
She quick to say, "No" 'cause she know she a diamond, yeah
She gettin' quiet, she on a diet, she want a massage, yeah
Tryna get intimate, bank account never diminishin', yeah
Niggas are changing they images, yeah
Niggas act hard but they innocent
Hop in a tank and move militant, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Find me somewhere out in London, you know that's the hideaway
I need some head and some moral support from you right away
Since I been makin' donations, see you like United Way (You know how I do)
Stories you told me 'bout him, I can see that it's night and day (He told me the truth)
Walkin' from here to my bedroom, it feel like it's miles away (It's too many rooms)

[Gunna:]
And I'm still hard body, I don't fear nobody
Phantom whips, I'm ridin', all my friendships solid
I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

Trunk on the engine
I'm on a mission, the Bronco two-fifty, I'm matchin' the vision
I got 'em excited, know it's been a lil' minute
I left her delighted, man, I love all the Chrome Hearts
These suckers despise it
The touch is the Midas
She said, "F*ck me and cum," I just do it like Loverboy Nike
Ordered the jet just for you and your friends
I chauffeur you 'round in that big body Benz
Got a lil' bitch that came up from nothing
We shoppin' in London and doin' it big
Been in private but we out in public, I know we the topic for you and your kids
Life monopoly, goin' broke, not an option
If they could've stopped it, they would up and did
They would up and did, she could be the wig
Don't play with my head, you test my emotions
Don't be textin' my phone every day, I'ma leave it on read
I'm diggin' and strokin'
My new bitch pussy wet like a ocean, I need a new spread
The solid one chosen
Young Gun' Wunna stay focused, I can't let 'em put me on edge

[Young Thug:]
Finna put me on edge
I just bust down my wrist and it's rose gold and it's ahead
I just put pointers on fifties
I just counted ten million, all cash, and got head from the feds
Woo, yeah, I just told 'em if he play then we stoppin' the growth of they dreads (Stoppin')
I just had talk with the peppermint, post it
I'm never gon' drop 'em this year (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Feel the panoramic doors, we got fours and deuces, toast
I'm the big dog of my coat (Woah)
Micromanage with the scopes (Uh)
Ain't tellin' this bitch my goals (My goals)
Had to live in that, the Metro (Metro)
I'ma peep, but a player not poor (Yeah)
I been thinkin' 'bout selling my soul (Woo)
Take me out the country and drop me in apartments, she won't see me cry
I just put macaroni cheese in my pocket, it came with the sides
I just put twenty mill' inside a escrow, I don't give a f*ck 'bout your life
You had a bust', but that shit was too little, I promise you never was hot



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Came and Saw

(feat. Rowdy Rebel)

(Wheezy outta here)
Huh? Come on
Wait, huh? Uh

[Rowdy Rebel:]
I do this shit with no pressure (No pressure)
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers (Steppers)
You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean
You cannot run up and check us (Check us)
I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got twenty-five shooters in a sprinter (Grrra)
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams
I could make a movie, make a scene (Yeah)
I put the Glock on repeat (Yeah)
Only Amiri the jeans (Yeah)
It hurt my Glock when I lean (Oh yeah)
Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk (Don't talk)
Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak (Don't speak)
Look at my drip when I walk (Walk)
Slimey like Thugger and Wheez', uh

I left that bitch in the back
Then jumped in a 'Rari, then hopped in these streets (Skrrt)
I'm on my way to the stu', I'm geekin' off meds like who wanna lean? (Huh?)
Lil' nigga get to the breesh (The breesh)
Can't f*ck with that bitch 'cause she treesh (She treesh)
In three weeks we took back the streets
F*ck all the opps and police

[Young Thug:]
Slime, yeah, yeah (Woo), yeah (Stop), yeah (Spider)
Yeah (Huh), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Slime), yeah
Bentley ashtray and it's just for the guts (Uh)
Don't you try cum in it slut (Uh, uh, uh)
I put a four in a A and a W and I've been sippin' on suds (Uh, uh, uh)
All three of my Carti's got ice on the bezels (Yeah)
Shit came from the trenches (Woo)
You speak on my name and it came with the pressure (And what?)
We started destruction (Yeah)
I flew the bitch in way out from Australia (Yeah), the global express (On God)
I told the lil' nigga don't come with them messages
'Cause we kill the messenger (Huh)
My bitch got the Drac' with the beam (Huh, huh)
Four-hundred K large on her rings (That's right)
Half a mil', don't you tell what you seen (Huh, huh)
I'ma boss up the street, ho, you shittin' me?
How your jet land at John F. Kennedy? (Shmoney)
It's a sixteen passenger genie (Yeah)
Hold it down with this ho, bro, you're killing me
Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets (Woah)
We gonna make us a scene
I send my dawg, check out the scene (Woah)
I can't even hide from the ho
All of this water, ice on my ring (Woah)
Don't get beside yourself
When you see king, pussy ho speak (Uh)
I rock designer belts
Not neither one of them wrestling things

[Rowdy Rebel:]
I do this shit with no pressure (No pressure)
Run up the back ends and put up the extra
You cannot step with the steppers (Steppers)
You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean
You cannot run up and check us (Check us)
I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed
Got twenty-five shooters in a sprinter (Grrra)
Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams
I could make a movie, make a scene (Yeah)
I put the Glock on repeat (Yeah)
Only Amiri the jeans (Yeah)
It hurt my Glock when I lean (Oh yeah)
Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk (Don't talk)
Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak (Don't speak)
Look at my drip when I walk (Walk)
Slimey like Thugger and Wheez', uh

[Future:]
(Wheezy outta here)



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Paid The Fine

(feat. Lil Baby & YTB Trench)

(Wheezy outta here)

I used to couldn't see this far
Damn, look how them tables turned
Think I walk on water, but I never let no bridges burn
It's different when it's given to you
All the money, I really earned it
And ain't no one's business, why the f*ck am I still they concern?
Ain't the one for trippin', I keep pushin', I'm like lesson learned
I ain't missin' my shot in this shit, everyone don't get a turn
I was thinkin' street, I wanted everyone in verts and Rovers
Now I really see and I got everyone convertin' over
Studio, I'm stayin' at the microphone 'til the session over
Niggas know we came with a lot of strong, took our section over
(Took our section over)

I know it hurt, but you still told me that you lied
We made it work, but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse, somehow, we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine, and pay that iron between that line, I smoke that fire
I know it hurt, but you still told me that you lied
We made it work, but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse, somehow, we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine, and I'd do it again

Half a million dollars on me, I feel it in my chromosomes
I don't talk to that bitch, when we meet up, she know I'm only bone
Lifetime, send it, I made millions without a mobile phone
Two hundred thousand stacked up I could bought myself, you need a drone
Tryna put my people on, put my heart in every song
Thugger told me, "That bitch heart ain't right, you need to leave her 'lone"
She a dime, but she ain't got a diamond, that don't make no sense
I don't care, don't waste no time, my next one gon' be heaven-sent
Ran me up some mils, now I'm not comin' off the bench
I been patiently waitin' on my turn, just tell when is it?
I can spin 'em like Big Worm or Vick, I feed 'em to the pits
Yeah, my whole life has turned, I think I'm gettin' followed by a journalist
I think my life done finally shifted, we on a yacht, look like a ship
I prayed to God to get you hips, and then I got your titties lifted
Never like to fuss and fight, but you throw fists in like they trip
And then seduce me with your lips and I enjoy it

I know it hurt, but you still told me that you lied
We made it work, but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse, somehow, we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine, and pay that iron between that line, I smoke that fire
I know it hurt, but you still told me that you lied
We made it work, but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse, somehow, we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine, and I'd do it again

You say that you need a friend
Hold up, lil' bitch, come again
Know you may not know my name
But my net worth a f*ckin' M
And that's just what the people know
We move like a pick and roll
Six shots behind screen, wait 'til that three, they comin' at your soul
That lil' bitch a freak (Yeah)
She gon' eat with my Pateky on
I came from the streets, she know I'm G
What she wan' sex me for
Iced out all my P's, down to my C's
Put all my brothers on
I took out my piece, that bitch a freak
She say she love it on
I know she just wanna f*ck 'cause I'm rich now
I ran to the top, ain't stunt on shit
Ain't make no pitstops
I ran up the mon' and make it flip
Somethin' like TikTok
Thuggin' in a brick house
Pookie servin' Chris Rock

If I knew how to spin a bend
Then I'd spin again
We hit a slide every time (Slide out)
And slide out



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Proud of You

(feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Yung Kayo)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Yeah, woah, slatt
(Bugz on the beat)
And you know, um
I was just talking to, um, Slime, you know (Slime)
I was talkin' to Thug, he said

"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Let's go)
He said, "That's a Rollie kit"
I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Diamond)
I am a Smithstoneyan ('Stoneyan)
Look how big this Rollie is (What?)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Slatt)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (I am)
He said, "That's a Rollie kit"
I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Okay)
I am a Smithstoneyan
Look how big this Rollie is (Let's go)
"Uzi, I am proud of you" (I'm proud of you)

Rockstar, yellow bitch like corn (Like corn)
Went to MIA, turned orange (Turned orange)
Pull up new Lam', no insurance (Skrrt)
Baby foreign (Foreign)
Overseas money when a nigga tourin' (I'm tourin')
She suck it up and her eyes start pourin' (Suck it up)
Let me strap my leg up like George
Woah, let's go (Let's go, let's go)
It's no way that I'm fightin' you (No way)
She move like a prostitute (Bitch)
She ain't got a lot to lose (No, no)
No, no, at all
Yes, my Rollie face is green
Slime, his Rollie face is red
Gunna Rollie face is blue (No cap)
Let's go, for sure, for sure
I could never make that girl my ho
'Cause she play with her nose (Ew)
Put diamonds on my wrist, my hands (Bblaow)
My neck, my nose (My nose, my nose)
I ran out of space, put it on my ankle
Put it on my toes
Oh yeah
Put it on your bitch, put it on my bros

"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Let's go)
He said, "That's a Rollie kit"
I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Diamond)
I am a Smithstoneyan ('Stoneyan)
Look how big this Rollie is (What?)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Slatt)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (I am)
He said, "That's a Rollie kit"
I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Okay)
I am a Smithstoneyan
Look how big this Rollie is (Let's go)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"

[Young Thug:]
I jumped in the crowd and I felt so proud (Yeah)
I kill 'bout my dawg, and that's a hands-down (Hands-down)
Uzi a real king (Yeah), somebody pass him a crown (Yeah)
I had a dream 'bout lean (Lean), woke up, poured an ounce (Ah)
I just bought a car (Skrrt), put it in my mouth (Yeah)
Hundred fit this large (Racks), and I still can't talk (Can't talk)
I supply this town, I ranned out of rounds (Yeah)
I took off the Rollie (Woah), and put it on the ground (Woo)
Took the words out my mouth (Yeah)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Let's go)
He said, "That's a Rollie kit"
I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Diamond)
I am a Smithstoneyan ('Stoneyan)
Look how big this Rollie is (What?)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (Slatt)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"
I said, "Slime, I'm proud of you" (I am)
He said, "That's a Rollie kit"
I said, "This a new Rollie kit" (Okay)
I am a Smithstoneyan
Look how big this Rollie is (Let's go)
"Uzi, I am proud of you"

[Yung Kayo:]
Put Amari on her every day (Every day)
And I'm on the water just like a crate' (Crater)
The semen sittin' on her face, marinate (Marinate)
Stomp out an opp like a parasite
I got the heater, two hundred in Fahrenheit (Hot)
I got a European bitch, I'm Barry White
Roll in the bitch like a motherf*ckin' ramp height
I keep at least ten thousand on my lap tight
And them bitches just wanna f*ck me 'cause my status
I let off thirty-twos just like Magic
Told the bitch give me roof 'til I drop it
But we shoot at your whole head, we ain't croppin' it
I'ma air it out just like the laundromat (Gang)
Walkin' with whole bags, money counter, man
And my neck water, like the fountain, man (Woah)
And we got zero losses like the pointer, man (Point)
Get to the money, you know it's important, man

[Lil Uzi Vert & Young Thug:]
Uzi, I am proud of you
Uzi, I'm so proud of you



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Real

(Jai Beats on the track, boy)
(Young Producers)

I asked my ex why she lied to me
She told me, "Unfoonk, why you play me?"
I told that bitch, "Please stop lyin'"
Hey, check the Rollie, bitch, it's my time
It's Slime Mob 'til the death of me
Don't say you love me if you won't kill for me
I see my haters on the sideline
Heaven taught me I'm in top five

Mob ties, reached a mil'
I did that shit without a deal
I swear to God, I'm in tears
I gotta tell you how I feel
I keep this Glizzy on the side of me
I know these niggas plan on robbin' me
And please tell these niggas don't try
Play with me, get put on FOX 5
I got a bad bitch rollin' in a high
Told that bitch is she gon' ride or die?
She looked me in my eyes, said, "Foonk, baby, I'm slidin'"
Then peaced me up and said, "Baby, I'm ridin' with Slime"

I asked my ex why she lied to me
She told me, "Unfoonk, why you play me?"
I told that bitch, "Please stop lyin'"
Hey, check the Rollie, bitch, it's my time
It's Slime Mob 'til the death of me
Don't say you love me if you won't kill for me
I see my haters on the sideline
Heaven taught me I'm in top five

Everything slime, keep it real
My nigga guard me with a shield
I keep this Draco, nigga, pardon how you talk to me
I swear to God, I'm in tears
My ex can only see me virtually
Keep this shit one thousand
Jimmy trousers, Chrome Heart transparent
2010, first murder cost 'bout ten
Racks just to spend, you can tell by the way I grin
And I been Chrome Heartin' it, f*ck is a bargin?
Came in this bitch with twins, my nigga, no Mr. Rogers
I ran up me some racks and put my ho in the 'Rari
Got a forty-pointer bracelet on my wrist, I'm sorry
I ain't tryna do you like that (no)
But you took my dog, and then my dog get her body right
I can get him killed twenty times 'cause my money righteous
Niggas can't walk a mile in my f*ckin' Nikes, yeah

I asked my ex why she lied to me
She told me, "Unfoonk, why you play me?"
I told that bitch, "Please stop lyin'"
Hey, check the Rollie, bitch, it's my time
It's Slime Mob 'til the death of me
Don't say you love me if you won't kill for me
I see my haters on the sideline
Heaven taught me I'm in top five

Mob ties, reached a mil'
I did that shit without a deal
I swear to God I'm in tears
I gotta tell you how I feel



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I Like

(feat. Karlae & Coi Leray)

(C Gutta)
(Sk808, nigga)

[Karlae:]
Baby, come over and put it on me
You got good head like you got a degree
Don't have no type, but I like but I like what I see
Just hit my phone, I'm on the way
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Me and you know I got what you need
Stay down for me, like you never gon' leave
I've been waiting all my life
For you to get this right
Yeah, you're the shit I like
Yeah, you're the shit I like
You been on my mind
Now I'm tryna make you mine
Yeah, you're the shit I like
Yeah, you're the shit I like

You're my type
Catch this vibe
You and I
On at night, me and you
Ride or die
Pick a side
Make you mine
Don't ever lie, yeah yeah
Bad bitch with a bankroll (Oh yeah)
Get a bag and I lay low (Oh yeah)
Gonna do what I say so (Oh yeah)
He gon' do what I say so (Oh yeah)
Headfirst, my drone (Oh yeah)
Double up, nigga, 'nother round
Oh yeah, you know I get down
Oh yeah, you know I don't play around, yeah, yeah
If I call, know you gon' slide
He pull up in a foreign ride
Let me know, meet you outside
I'm his bust-it baby like

Baby, come over and put it on me
You got good head like you got a degree
Don't have no type, but I like but I like what I see
Just hit my phone, I'm on the way
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Me and you know I got what you need
Stay down for me, like you never gon' leave
I've been waiting all my life
For you to get this right
Yeah, you're the shit I like
Yeah, you're the shit I like
You been on my mind
Now I'm tryna make you mine
Yeah, you're the shit I like
Yeah, you're the shit I like

[Coi Leray:]
F*ck him again, and over again
I'm gon' do it again in the morning
You touching my body right there like a Masi'
Then I yell your name like a siren
He tell me he love me, the pussy is solid
Now he tryna f*ck on an island
He beat it legit like a boxer
He say it taste just like water
I love when you put it on me
I love when you put it on me
He fell in love with a freak
Pussy gon' put him to sleep
We gon' wake up and do it again
I hate every time that you leave
You know we're better together
Them other bitches don't matter
You know that pussy get wetter

[Karlae:]
Baby, come over and put it on me
You got good head like you got a degree
Don't have no type, but I like but I like what I see
Just hit my phone, I'm on the way
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Me and you know I got what you need
Stay down for me, like you never gon' leave
I've been waiting all my life
For you to get this right
Yeah, you're the shit I like
Yeah, you're the shit I like
You been on my mind
Now I'm tryna make you mine
Yeah, you're the shit I like
Yeah, you're the shit I like

Mhm, you're my type
Catch this vibe
You and I
On at night, me and you
Bad bitch with a bankroll, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah



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Warrior

(feat. Big Sean, Lil Keed, T-Shyne)

Keed, talk to 'em

Warrior, warrior (Warrior), warrior, warrior (Ah)
Warrior, warrior (Woo), warrior, warrior (Ah)
Warrior, warrior (Let's go), warrior, warrior (Woo)

Shoot it up like we at the f*ckin' gun range (Brr)
I was on the block, nigga, selling your ring
Yeah, I talk to her, gotta get it authentic
Yeah, Porsche 911, came panoramic
Shootin' this stick, yeah, we aim at the ribs
Now my freak hoes all at my crib (Keed, talk to 'em)
I'm the best dressed, doin' the dab, I killed
I ran it up, show respect to Nip
F&N stick, we got extra clips
Yeah, we hit head, legs, and lips

Check out my drip, everything is Rick
All of this money, I stack it like Ritz (Woah)
Yeah, I'm a dog just like I was a pit (Grr)
He said he move pounds, but he just sold a zip (A zip)
I be backstage, I'm too lit for the VIP (Yeah)
Just got the crib, I'm with Vito and Strick (Slatt)
Malibu life, niggas finally rich (Woo)
All of these diamonds, I live like a prince (Yeah)
These niggas pussy, they gettin' exposed (Exposed)
My new girl look like she come right outta Vogue (Vogue)
Paid for her shoes and I paid for her toes (Yeah)
I'm so high, I can't go shopping at Lowe's
I'm having racks in my pockets, of course (Let's go)
These niggas snitchin', they work for the force (Let's go)
Bitch, I'm up, might buy crib and a horse (Horse)
There's only one me, ain't no multiple choice
Pull up on your block, then we spin that shit (Spin that)
Hanging out the roof, yeah, we won't miss (No)
Every nigga with me, yeah, they got drip (Drip)
I was out in LA with a Hollywood bitch (Yeah)
Hangin' with my opp, get shot (Get shot)
I'm a warrior, tearin' up the block (Warrior)
Trap nigga, makin' money off the clock (Woo)
Give me top and I told her, "Don't stop" (Keed, talk to em)

Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior)
Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior, ah)
Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior, woo)
Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior, ah)
Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior, let's go)
Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior, woo)

Shoot it up like we at the f*ckin' gun range (Brr)
I was on the block, nigga, selling your ring
Yeah, I talk to her, gotta get it authentic
Yeah, Porsche 911, came panoramic
Shootin' this stick, yeah, we aim at the ribs
Now my freak hoes all at my crib (Keed, talk to 'em)
I'm the best dressed, doin' the dab, I killed
I ran it up, show respect to Nip
F&N stick, we got extra clips
Yeah, we hit head, legs, and lips (Damn)

Bitch I'm that pressure, I f*ck up the extras (Woah, woah)
They did everything that they could, except catch up
I'm cut from that cloth that you can't even measure
The girl of your dreams for real makin' my bed up (For real)
Been eatin' forever, I ain't even fed up (For real)
G-lock on me, I be set for the setup
I got her in love and we ain't even met up
Don't ask me for shit, don't even ask me no questions
Nobody work harder than ones who ain't beggin'
I was then, now, and I'm next (Next)
And I'm goin' Dray, Klay, and Steph (Woah)
Warrior, warrior, warrior (Damn)
I'm in Euphoria, Waldorf Astoria
Get the deal done, I'm callin' the lawyers up (Brr)
Slide out to dinner, and it's already finished
They needin' my signature while I'm still ordering (Boy)
Self progress, I ain't pressed or impressed
Die 'fore I digress and I got no regrets (No)
And we wipe out the opps 'til they got no one left
Flesh and my flesh goin' young DMX
Told 'em 2015 that we way up, we blessed (Blessed)
Nigga, I got no time to be stressin' bout stress (No)
Feel reincarnated, B.I.G. I guess
It is life after death, lil' bitch
Keed, talk to em

Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior)
Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior, ah)
Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior, woo)
Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior, ah)
Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior, let's go)
Warrior (Warrior), warrior (Warrior, woo)

Shoot it up like we at the f*ckin' gun range (Brr)
I was on the block, nigga, selling your ring
Yeah, I talk to her, gotta get it authentic
Yeah, Porsche 911, came panoramic
Shootin' this stick, yeah, we aim at the ribs
Now my freak hoes all at my crib (Keed, talk to 'em)
I'm the best dressed, doin' the dab, I killed
I ran it up, show respect to Nip
F&N stick, we got extra clips
Yeah, we hit head, legs, and lips



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Pots n Pans

(feat. Lil Duke & NAV)

(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)

[Lil Duke:]
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin' from fans (Runnin' from fans)
I'm not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I'm callin' on land (Callin' on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
F*cked on her once, I'm not callin' again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I f*cked on her friend (Woo)

Trappin' on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I'm in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon' bite (Gon' bite, rrr)
I'm really poppin', they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I'm the bomb, I ain't bangin' nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain't got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn't even type it (Couldn't even type it)

Bad bitch overseas Skypin' (Skypin')
Trippin', I went put a scope on the rifle
Ain't shootin' up deers, I'm shootin' at the rivals
Hide your whole army, KP, he the sniper
Put that lil' baby in diapers (Diapers)
F*cked her one time and I left 'cause I ain't like her
We got them choppers on deck like them bikers (Bikers)
Free all my niggas that's locked up in Rikers
Pockets on Biggie, no Christopher Wallace
Came up with real ones around me, they solid
Roll through a roadblock, I'm ridin' with Dolly
I need my own, seen a whole lotta bodies
She used to strip, she was dancin' at Follies
She was projectin', that bitch off Perc', Molly
I love her 'cause she done f*cked everybody
I'm with Slatt Gotti, they like, then we bought it
My youngin pull up and he takin' the charge
Truth in my rappin', this ain't no facade
Niggas get clapped in this bitch, we applaud
Run up a bag and I get outta Dodge
Pop me a Perc', I done took off to Mars
Aventador and the doors ajar
Roll up her pussy, she sellin' her parts
Can't come to my hood 'cause they pullin' your cards

I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin' from fans (Runnin' from fans)
I'm not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I'm callin' on land (Callin' on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
F*cked on her once, I'm not callin' again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I f*cked on her friend (Woo)

Trappin' on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I'm in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon' bite (Gon' bite, rrr)
I'm really poppin', they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I'm the bomb, I ain't bangin' nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain't got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn't even type it (Couldn't even type it)

[NAV:]
I'm really 'bout it, this ain't no facade
Pokémon wrappers, we pullin' they card
Duke send the track and I tell him it's hard
Throw him an alley-oop, slatty, no charge
Test me if you want, I walk what I talk
Got a street sweeper to clean up the block
If we can't find you, your cousin get smoked
F&N bullets fly, get on the floor
Shop by myself and I never got robbed
If she a baddie, I'm goin' in raw
F*ckin' these bitches is part of my job
Shawty on molly, so pardon the jaw
Multiple platinums turned me to the man
Like Magic, make dope disappear, yes, I can
Go where I want and they go where they can
Back to the trap with the pots and the pans
Poppin' on pillys, got vibes for the vibes
Stay with the mob like a suit and a tie
Shit unbelievable, think that I'm lyin'
Hit with a two-piece, I think that he dyin'
Stackin' up millions, I gotta go up
Don't try to dap me, I'm not showin' love
All of my chains out, ain't none of 'em tucked
Shit could get slimy, it's up, then it's stuck

[Lil Duke:]
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (Pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (Make that boy dance)
Shit done got crazy, we runnin' from fans (Runnin' from fans)
I'm not a small fry, they do what they can (Do what they can)
Brand new machine like I'm callin' on land (Callin' on land)
I stood on the block and stayed down like a man (Down like a man)
F*cked on her once, I'm not callin' again (Brrt)
She tried to play me, I f*cked on her friend (Woo)

Trappin' on the block in the late night (Trap, trap)
I'm in the field like a great white (Great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon' bite (Gon' bite, rrr)
I'm really poppin', they think that I write (Think that I write)
Bitch, I'm the bomb, I ain't bangin' nice (Boom)
Whole gang is lit, they go boom when I light it (Boom)
She threw the trial like I ain't got indicted
My life a movie, they couldn't even type it
(Couldn't even type it)



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WokStar

(feat. Strick & Skepta)

[Strick:]
(Aero)
Phew
Grah, grah
(Ayy, run it back, Sluzyyy)
Skrrt

Jumped off the porch, then made a pit stop at the bank (Let's go)
Like I'm playing golf, I could hit holes today (Today)
Glass house loft, Atlantic Station, had it trapped out (Trap, trap)
Water on my wrist like I died in the Atlantic (Trap, wow)
YSL elite, all the slimes never panic (No way, slatt)
I'll die about my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that (For real)
Wockhardt rockstar (Yeah)
Black excellence, stars in the car (Skrrt)

I make Barry Bonds hits
I'm like Tony, I'm like Mitch
Match my voice to the tempo, I get paid in full (Paid in full)
Paid cash records just like Chavo and Z-Bo (And Z-Bo)
Keep that mula like my brother Mula name (Mula name)
She already know that I'm lit (I'm lit)
I got the world in my wrist (Okay)
Tires screechin', we got her geeked up, diablo shorty (Diablo, skrrt)
I got a party pack in my pocket, let's get the party started (Party started)
Yeah, I could, I'm the captain, she had to take it to the sargeant (Sargeant)
Closet full with too many racks, put 'em in the floor (Floor)
Superstar, lookin' for me, need a telescope (I'm gone)
I'm done with Alexander McQueen, I'm onto McCartney, bro
I had to make my name when I came 'round, that's what I did it for

Jumped off the porch, then made a pit stop at the bank (Let's go)
Like I'm playing golf, I could hit holes today (Okay)
Glass house loft, Atlantic Station, had it trapped out (Trap, trap)
Water on my wrist like I died in the Atlantic (Trap, wow)
YSL elite, all the slimes never panic (No way, slatt)
I'll die about my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that (For real)
Wockhardt rockstar (Yeah)
Black excellence, stars in the car (Skrrt)

[Skepta:]
Jumped off the jet, I left semen on the seat
I flew out to Greece, sippin' syrup by the sea (Ice)
Banned me from the States, talkin' visa policies
They know we're them London niggas that these baddies wanna see (Brrt)
I put that shit on, I'm a beast (Savage)
I don't rock Amiri, this Givenchy unreleased
Every day, it's sauce spillin' when I'm steppin' in the streets (Ice)
Even on a Sunday, boy, I'm fresher than a priest (Greaze)
My brother checkin' for police 'cause he steppin' with it (Smoke)
My strap could tell you I'm a freak, boy, I slept with it (Smoke)
They used to curve me, now they say that I look photogenic (Brrt)
I stopped complainin', I stopped waitin', had to go and get it

[Strick:]
Jumped off the porch, then made a pit stop at the bank (Let's go)
Like I'm playing golf, I could hit holes today (Okay)
Glass house loft, Atlantic Station, had it trapped out (Trap, trap)
Water on my wrist like I died in the Atlantic (Trap, wow)
YSL elite, all the slimes never panic (No way, slatt)
I'll die about my bands, close to the top, I had to manage that (For real)
Wockhardt rockstar (Yeah)
Black excellence, stars in the car (Skrrt)



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Superstar

(feat. Future)

(Wheezy outta here)

[Future:]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, f*ck fancy broads
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Stickin' to the models, yeah
Drinkin' out the bottle, yeah

What have you done to deserve this?
You gon' have to keep a gun if it's dirty
Spend a mansion on a car and park it in the slum
Got diamonds on me, got a Glock, holdin' thirty drum
We buss a check up down the middle, now it's figures
I packed the hood out on the jet when I first came up
Money brought pain before the fame, I was painless
Shit ain't the same, you get more money, it get more dangerous
It could be a motive when you litty and you famous
F*ck on her few times, 'til it feel like she a stranger

Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars

[Young Thug:]
Abu Dhabi trips with a US broad
Back to back Lamb's, need an extra garage
Lamborghini keys, touch screen when it start
Smokin' on exotic, you can smell when it tar
Blicky, blicky, put it extendo on the FN with me
Let me spray it in the air, now it's sticky, sticky
We just came up from the dead, now I'm the shit-shit, yeah
Rose gold diamonds in my mouth when I smile, bitch
I just brought it to the spot, it changed the climate
I got bitches in the back and on the side of me
He didn't bring me all my racks so now he gotta leave
I just wanna smoke him 'cause he shot at me
Cash out in the mall, it's worth a quarter key
Bread gang so we get a lot of keys
Prayin' to the God and my rosary

[Future:]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, f*ck fancy broads
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars



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Came Out

(feat. Lil Keed)

(A tsunami)

[Lil Keed:]
(Keed talk to 'em)
Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho and I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (Let's go, let's go)
Yes, I'm steppin' on niggas in Maison Margielas, you can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela)
Keep it solid, keep it quiet (Shh, quiet), nobody ever gon' know (Never, yeah)
And I'm on some real slatt business, yeah, she gettin' back doored (Slatty, yeah)
Yeah, I came out a mink (Slatty), hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (Slatty)
I'm with some shooters that never blink (Slatty), these trousers that's on me hold treasury
My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (Nah)
And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom)
Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist
Bitch, I'm big slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (Bitch, I'm big slime)

Nah, ain't scared of nobody (Nobody)
My car got a waist, it's wide-body (Wide)
Dare you play with Wheezy, you gon' die 'bout it (Wheezy)
Dare you play with this bankroll, you'll die 'bout it (Bah)
Yeah, the black truck a hotbox (Hotbox)
You dissed me, yes, you're knocked off (Yeah)
You're pillow talkin', you ain't playin', yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Meanwhile I'm gettin' mine off (Lets' go)
Post on the block like Hirby Kirby (I post on my block)
If I see your bitch, just know that I'm flirtin'
She talkin' 'bout "How many licks 'til it burst?"
I kidnap the money, send AMBER Alert
Shoot up the block, tear up turf (Yeah)
'Cause I'm knowin' you can fit in the hearse (Yeah)
Shots fired, he'll never see a nurse
You know he the canvas, 'cause we paint his shirt

[Lil Keed {Gunna}:]
(Keed talk to 'em)
Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho and I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (Let's go, let's go)
Yes, I'm steppin' on niggas in Maison Margielas, you can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela)
Keep it solid, keep it quiet (Shh, quiet), nobody ever gon' know (Never, yeah)
And I'm on some real slatt business, yeah, she gettin' back doored (Slatty, yeah)
Yeah, I came out a mink (Slatty), hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (Slatty)
I'm with some shooters that never blink (Slatty), these trousers that's on me hold treasury
My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (Nah)
And I came from the bottom, I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom)
Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist {Uh}
Bitch, I'm big slime, don't care 'bout your feelings {Bitch, I'm big slime, nah}

[Gunna:]
Chandelier on my wrist, not in the ceiling
Who got your whip? I heard it's rented
He done fell off tryna be independent
How he get rich off the shit I invented? (Huh)
Whole lotta cap (Cap), whole lotta kizzy (Kizzy)
Broke in the trap, now I got millions (Ayy)
She f*ckin' my pops like he Diddy
Keed to the top, the terrace see the city (Top)
I don't wan' f*ck her if her feet ain't pretty (What? Nah)
GunWunna, cousin, know I f*ck with business (Cous')
Geeked up like Bobby and I'm rockin' Ricky (Yeah)
Fly in that lil' hottie, hit her at the Whitney
She sloppy-toppy, suck it out the tippy (Mop)
All in her mouth, I busted like a semi' (Yeah)
F*cked a bitch twice and now I need some distance
Now lay down on the couch and told her, "Don't come near me"

[Lil Keed:]
(Keed talk to 'em)
Hop in a Ghost with a bad lil' ho and
I'm already knowin' it gon' come with some smoke (Let's go, let's go)
Yes, I'm steppin' on niggas in Maison Margielas
You can get squished like a roach, yeah (Maison Margiela)
Keep it solid, keep it quiet (Shh, quiet), nobody ever gon' know (Never, yeah)
And I'm on some real slatt business, yeah, she gettin' back doored (Slatty, yeah)
Yeah, I came out a mink (Slatty), hop out the Rolls, I look like a sink (Slatty)
I'm with some shooters that never blink (Slatty)
These trousers that's on me hold treasury
My car ain't rented, I'm the only one with it (Nah)
And I came from the bottom
I came from the trenches (I came from the bottom)
Shots at his mouth, no need for no dentist
Bitch, I'm big slime, don't care 'bout your feelings (Bitch, I'm big slime)



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Really Be Slime

(feat. YNW Melly, BSlime & FN DaDealer)

[YNW Melly:]
Ayy
Soo woo
Yeah, be slime (Woo, ooh)
Yeah, we back and too slime (On that slime shit)
(Super E)
(Seventeen)
(D Rock, D Rock, D Rock, D Rock)
Slime

My niggas really be slime (Slime)
Huh, my nigga, really, they slime (Slime)
Huh, and we committing them crimes (Crime)
Huh, we never droppin' no dime (Blatt)
My niggas really be slime (Blatt, slatt, blatt, blatt)
My niggas really be slime (Blatt)
Huh, my niggas really be slime

Hop out the pinnacle (Hop out the pinnacle)
Lil' bitch, I'm tellin' you (Lil' bitch, I'm tellin' you)
Hop out and shoot (Hop out and shoot)
Uh, I'm slime and I'm smellin' you (Slime and I'm smellin' you)
Hold up, lil' bitch (Hold up, lil' bitch)
Uh, uh, I think I told you once (I think I told you once)
Come here, lil' bitch (Come here, lil' bitch)
Uh, uh, bome on, just roll a blunt (Yeah)
Uh, my niggas, really, they, uh, they slime (They slime)
My, my niggas really, they really, no, oh (They slime, slatt)

[BSlime:]
Roll one up for the gang (Roll up)
Ain't wastin' my time with these bitches
These niggas too petty, these niggas be lame (Pussy)
I came off the top with a motherf*ckin' throne
You better not go against the grain (Don't do it)
BSlime gangbang (BSlatt)
G5, private plane (Woo, woo, yeah)
My bitch still ridin' in Toyota
I had to tell my bitch put a coat on
I had to tell her, "Follow the motive"
Diamonds and shells, we carry the chauffeur
You wanna be slime? Go catch you a body
They reading' these signs, don't know everybody
They lost in the blind, don't know how to pop it
I'm walkin' 'em down, they know I'm the topic, yeah
Siamese twins told me how to motherf*ckin' get it (How to get it)
Came a long way from the projects, had to whip it (Yeah)

[YNW Melly:]
My niggas really be slime (Slatt)
Huh, my nigga, really, they slime (Blatt)
Huh, and we committing them crimes (Gat)
Huh, we never droppin' no dime (Blatt)
My niggas really be slime (Slatt, blatt, slatt, blatt, slatt)
My niggas really be slime (Slatt)
Huh, my niggas really be slime

Hop out the pinnacle (Hop out the pinnacle)
Lil' bitch, I'm tellin' you (Lil' bitch, I'm tellin' you)
Hop out and shoot (Baow)
Uh, I'm slime and I'm smellin' you (Slime and I'm smellin' you)
Hold up, lil' bitch (Hold up, lil' bitch)
Uh, uh, I think I told you once (I think I told you once)
Come here, lil' bitch (Come here, lil' bitch)
Uh, uh, bome on, just roll a blunt (Bome on, just roll a blunt)
Uh, my niggas, really, they, uh, they slime (They slime)
My, my niggas really, they really, no, oh (They slime, slatt)

[FN DaDealer:]
A young nigga slime (Slime)
I ran up a check off of rhymin'
This shit was perfect timin'
Long time grindin', put the time in
I'ma run this shit up 'til my time end
I'ma eat her for lunch, I'ma dine in
If that shit a goal, then me and my slimes finna come slide in
I done went and one got me a load
I ain't gotta go and kick me a door
Trap goin' crazy, beat down the door
Tight ends on one to the four
Me and lil' bro, we used to steal from the store
We had to stick it and go
Huh, I got my blicky, for sure (Sure)
Huh, boy, better act like you know (Go ahead)
Uh, I might spend a couple thousand on the drip
I'd never slip (I'd never slip)
Uh, I might spend a couple thousand on some clips
Boy, you better not trip

[YNW Melly:]
My niggas really be slime (Slime)
Huh, my nigga, really, they slime (Slatt)
Huh, and we committing them crimes (The crimes)
Huh, we never droppin' no dime (No dimes)
My niggas really be slime (Blatt, slatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
My niggas really be slime (Blatt, blatt)
Huh, my niggas really be slime (Slatt)

Hop out the pinnacle (Hop out the pinnacle)
Lil' bitch, I'm tellin' you (Lil' bitch, I'm tellin' you)
Hop out and shoot (Hop out and shoot)
Uh, I'm slime and I'm smellin' you (Slime and I'm smellin' you)
Hold up, lil' bitch (Hold up, lil' bitch)
Uh, uh, I think I told you once (I think I told you once)
Come here, lil' bitch (Come here, lil' bitch)
Uh, uh, bome on, just roll a blunt (Roll my reefer, baby)
Uh, my niggas, really, they, uh, they slime (They slime)
My, my niggas really, they really, no, oh (They slime)

We really slime
And I done told you 'bout a thousand times
YNW a thousand times



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Take It to Trial

Wheezy outta here

Worth a couple hundred 'mill, no thousand
This bitch wanna f*ck me, but I charge by the hour
My neck and my wrist in the shower
Like how the f*ck you growing up and baby say you childish?
I just bought my young bitch a watch and now she wilding
Styling, profiling, you bitches can't devour
And I'm Creflo Dollar smiling
We somewhere on a island, vibing
Balls smell like powder (let's go)
F*ck it, take it to trial (yeah, yeah)

Take this shit to motherf*cking trial (yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherf*cking trial, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherf*cking trial (yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherf*cking trial, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Slime green AP look like herpes on my wrist, uh
Hold on, cook, woo, I'm so Chef Boyardee with the dish
I don't know you, bitch, don't try to tell me tie my kicks
Tie my chips, ain't talkin' no dip

Tell my baby mama tripping, she don't get it
I'm on a mission to get these millions
I'm on the grind, and I'ma get it
No cap, nigga, no kizzy
Slime 'em out, then they 'gon tell 'em I ain't listen
Once he call, he 'gon say that I'm trippin
Ain't slime, that's just how I feel (nope)
You do not meet the criteria (nope)
I rep my life, for real (yeah)
That's your first time, for real (yeah)
For slimes, you know I kill (yeah, yeah)
Baby, goodnight, my dear
Trial, I done beat it twice, state, I'm undefeated like
Feds came and snatched me, I don't know, no point in asking
I was on Bleveland, stuck like a magnet
Bitch ass nigga, I shoot at your mammy
Need to stand down if you can't stand me
I don't turn down, I up my stamina
Take it to trial, get a appeal
Take it to trial, yeah, you 'gon wack em
No back and forth, we don't tongue wrestle
Pay for that casket, that's just if we whack 'em

Yeah, yeah
My young niggas pulling up, Bentleys, Aston Martins, 'Raris and Teslas
Strapped with a FN, choppas, carbons, know some steppers
Got ice, not in no fridge, not in the safe, we like treasure
We f*ck, have a lot of sex and her head feel like pleasure
Shawty super slurpy, suck that birky out that dick (oh wow), ah
Maybach came with curtains and I still went got it tint (on God)
YSL slimey and shady, they ain't wavy like my clique (wavy)
High-end alterations, did that European stitch
F*ck niggas get hit, I got me a opp list
I'm quick to switch topics, ah, no way I can snitch (no way)
Watch me whack that bitch, pop 'em like a 'cist
Glock with the assist

Take this shit to motherf*cking trial (yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherf*cking trial (yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherf*cking trial (yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherf*cking trial, yeah (yeah, yeah)



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Trance

(feat. Karlae & Yung Bleu)

[Karlae:]
Touch me, tease me, touch me, tease me
(Yo, bitch, I'm the big Balenciaga mama)
Touch me, tease me, touch me, tease me
(Been bringin' the drama, big don dada, you can't even name a bitch hotter than this)
Queen shit, bring him down to his knee shit
You know what the f*ck I'm talking 'bout, lil' bitch
Pimps down, hoes up, you feel me?
(It's that Trappin N London for sure)

Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass
I'ma pop my shit, you know I'ma pop my shit
He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you"
He love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this
Good frame on me, can't get close 'less you comin' with a check, spend your bag on this
Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out
And I need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist

[Yung Bleu:]
When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tried to slide on a nigga and I heard he got caught up with the rest (Grrah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
She a bad bitch, gotta get the best
F*ckin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (Skrrt)
Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (Skrrt)
Tryna slide on a nigga
And I heard she got caught up with the rest

[Karlae:]
New shoes, I done Jimmy-ed my Choos
You can't walk like this, you can't even talk like this
I'ma boss-ass bitch, let a bitch throw dirt on my name
I'ma get the bitch rocked like Chris
Can't stop my drip, I've been flexin' on my opps like this
I'ma put it on, no off switch
Put this shit on every day
I got these hoes drownin' tryna ride the wave, yeah
You won't get a Cinderella
You better be comin' with purses and chains
He got him a new addition
And you knowin' Karlae be the one to blame, shame
These bitches thought that they was in my lane
Think they compare, these hoes must be insane
He say he want a bitch with perfect shape
Well, baby, no need to look the other way

[Karlae:]
Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass
I'ma pop my shit, you know I'ma pop my shit
He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you"
He love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this
Good frame on me, can't get close 'less you comin'
With a check, spend your bag on this
Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out
And I need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist

[Yung Bleu:]
When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tried to slide on a nigga and I heard he got caught up with the rest (Grrah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
She a bad bitch, gotta get the best
F*ckin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (Skrrt)
Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (Skrrt)
Tryna slide on a nigga and I heard she got caught up with the rest

I can't show you how to cook
You gotta know how to cook (You gotta know how to cook)
I know how to make it look, I do this shit by the book (Shit by the book)
She said she wanna a new ass and titties
I told her, "It's already booked" (Booked)
She wanna f*ck in the dark
Told her cut on the light 'cause I like how it look (Ooh)
Got on dope boy Nikes when I f*ck
Got a black four-five and you know it's on tuck
She a freak, she can suck, she can f*ck
With her teeth, she know how to make love
Beat the pussy like Terminator, spread her like exterminator
Hunnid racks stacked on the table, brrah, name in the papers

[Karlae:]
Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, I'ma pop my shit, you know I'ma pop my shit
He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you"
He love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this
Good frame on me, can't get close 'less you comin' with a check, spend your bag on this
Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out
And I need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist

[Yung Bleu:]
When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tried to slide on a nigga and I heard he got caught up with the rest (Grrah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
She a bad bitch, gotta get the best
F*ckin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (Skrrt)
Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (Skrrt)
Tryna slide on a nigga and I heard she got caught up with the rest

[Karlae (Yung Bleu):]
Touch me, tease me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Touch me, tease me (Ooh, ooh, ooh, grrah)
Skrrt, skrrt



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GFU

(feat. Yung Kayo)

Get buck motherf*cker, get buck (Taurus)
Yak Gotti, get f*cked up (Hey, ow)
Get f*cked up (Hey)
Get f*cked up
Get f*cked up (Ayy, turn the f*ck up)
Get f*cked up (Get lit-lit)
Get f*cked up (Ahh)
Get-

I cannot be saved, I'm back in LA (Ayy)
They prey on the weak (Ayy), I prey on the brave (I prey on the brave)
Niggas be thinkin' I got this shit made
But I sacrificed a lot of them days (A lot of them days)
F*ck that, at all of my shows, I want rage (F*ck that)
Dive in the crowd, you don't catch me (Uh)
Then I'll go to the back in a daze (Back in a daze)
Jump and rip your shit out just like a page (Jumpin' right on your shit)
We ain't like your nigga 'cause my niggas paid (Woo)
This shit too low, Taurus, turn up the bass (This shit, turn it up)
Take you a shot to the head, to the face (Taurus)
Damn, oops, damn, ooh (Damn, ooh)

Get f*cked up (F*cked up, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Ooh, bitch)
Get f*cked up (F*ck, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Ooh, bitch)
Get f*cked up

I'm slidin' with Yak, we some maniacs
I had to bust at your man so he pay me back (Pow)
Hop out the Bentley, I brought the Bentayga back
I got a razor, I make your bitch raise her hand
She got a hour with me like I'm Jackie Chan
Rollin' with savages, but I'm not Megan, man (Skrrt)
I got a drum, my bitch got a stick
No, we not playin' 'cause we is not in a band (Bitch)
I turn that ten to a hunnid bands
Look who just came in the buildin', man
F*ck on a bitch, I'm not feelin' that
I got a bitch that make my bitches really mad
Damn, I know that it's true
Damn, why won't you give me the scoop?
Damn, I got a Birkin bitch, too (Slatt)
Damn, YSL high as a moon
Damn, oops, damn, ooh, damn, oops, damn, ooh (Yeah)

Get f*cked up (Bitch, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Okay, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Yeah, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Yeah, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Yeah, yeah, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Yeah, yeah, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Bitch)
Get f*cked up
Get f*cked up

Smoke is around every day
How do you know I'm not? Hol' on, hol' on
Hold on, I'm not ready (Yeah)
Hold on, I'm not ready
Smokin' that Mild and it's keepin' me deadie (Bitch)
Switchin' my flows and I'm stealin' your lady (Yeah)
F*ck on your Boop, turn her to a Betty
Call up the troops, my bombs get deaded
Call up the crew, my primes get regular
No brakes (Ow), f*ck her from the back and the face (Okay)
Jump outta my cars like a tank (Uh, yeah)
I spit on every occasion (Yeah)
All of my bitches look Blasian, Tokyo
Jumpin' off where the change is
Bitch, I'm f*cked up (Yeah)

Get f*cked up (Ooh-ooh, f*cked up, bitch)
Get f*cked up (Yeah, f*cked up)
Get f*cked up (Okay, f*cked up, ow, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Yeah, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Yeah, yeah)
Get f*cked up (Bitch, take it to the head)
Get f*cked up (Ooh)

Ayy, start a mosh pit, a made, a raid, or however you say that shit
Get turnt the f*ck up in this motherf*cker
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Do your dance, hey, hey
Or do whatever the f*ck you wanna do
Just throw the middle fingers up
Put the f*ckin' cameras in the air, do somethin'
Yeah, y'all just standing there looking crazy and shit
Turn the f*ck up, hey
Hey, lil' bit'



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Moon Man

Da-da, da, da-da, da (yeah)

I took off and went to the stars
I came back, they callin' me "Moon Man" (shh), yeah
I hit the stage like guitars
And I rock it for 'em all night, yeah (let's go)
Life is just like a buffet to me
I pick what I like and see (yeah)
The secret is being yourself, oh
I just gave it away to 'em (woo)
Commas and exclamations, yeah, it gotta be (racks)
Yeah, dollar signs, diamonds, she see it all on me
Darlin', you and me, what a sight to see (sight to see)
You a supernova, do your dance for me (dance for me)

Wanna see you shake your front
Shake your back, shake your side-side (side-side)
Want you to get you on top, baby girl, yeah, ride-ride (yeah, ride-ride)
Want you comin' 'round sometime to the right side (right side, ooh)
Baby, come around, this the right side (the right side, hey)
Wanna see you shake your front
Shake your back, shake your side-side (side-side, yee)
Want you to get you on top, baby girl, yeah, ride-ride (ride-ride, get on top)
Want you comin' 'round sometime to the right side (right side, ooh)
This the right side

Ah, ooh-ooh
Ah, ooh-ooh (da-da, da, da-da, da, yeah)

I took off and went to the stars
I came back, they callin' me "Moon Man" (shh), yeah
I hit the stage like guitars
And I rock it for 'em all night, yeah (let's go)
Life is just like a buffet to me
I pick what I like and see (yeah)
The secret is being yourself, oh
I just gave it away to 'em (woo)
Commas and exclamations, yeah, it gotta be (racks)
Yeah, dollar signs, diamonds, she see it all on me
Darlin', you and me, what a sight to see (sight to see)
You a supernova, do your dance for me (dance for me)

She sayin' them niggas is lame
She wanna come f*ck with the Moon Man (yeah, oh)
She look at the stars, she sayin' wanna go live there
And she takin' it off, wonderful vision, perfection as always (yeah, oh)
We say, "F*ck 'em," we ball, paid the cost, who the boss been? (Yeah)
Kiss on me, sad boy, that's what I need
Cannot blow it, sorry, yeah, we plantin' the seed (yeah, oh)
Things are golden, she call me, "Baby, hello, I was lonely" (yeah, oh)
Need my homie, sayin', "Baby, come on" (baby, come on)
On my mind (hey, yeah)
Straight to the satellite in the night (yeah)
And I'm zoomin', zoomin'

I took off and went to the stars
I came back, they callin' me "Moon Man" (shh), yeah
I hit the stage like guitars
And I rock it for 'em all night, yeah (let's go)
Life is just like a buffet to me
I pick what I like and see (yeah)
The secret is being yourself, oh
I just gave it away to 'em (woo)
Commas and exclamations, yeah, it gotta be (racks)
Yeah, dollar signs, diamonds, she see it all on me
Darlin', you and me, what a sight to see (sight to see)
You a supernova, do your dance for me (dance for me)



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Como Te Llama

(feat. HiDoraah)

Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name

¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name

Hey there, nice to meet you, I won't be your señorita (Señorita)
Quick to cross that border, we gon' get that coca later (Coca later)
Man, I'm five stars, we havin' lobsters for dessert (Dessert)
Smokin' Cuban, pricey, on that yacht we drinkin' Bourbon (Bourbon)
Cater for Toca Madera, we eat steak and bear (Yeah)
Pardon me I share, liquor over there (Over there)
Fifty in the air (The air), show it to the world (The world)
Me, I'm little Dora (Dora), I'm your little explorer (Explorer)
Me, I'm little Dora (Dora), I'm your little explorer (Explorer)
(Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name)
Me, I'm little Dora (Dora), I'm your little explorer (Explorer)
(Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name)

Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name

¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name

¿Cómo te llama? I wanna know your name (Know your name)
Let's make it together (Together)
Have baby, witness dreams (Witness dreams)
Kick off your shoes, relax and baby we lay naked (Lay naked)
He ain't got no worries on the side, that mean we happy (Know we happy)
We ask no questions, we get right into the business (Business)
We get it bussin', we want money, we want billions
I never meant to put it down on you
I meant to say that when I love, I love

Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name
Hey, how you doin'? I just wanna know your name

¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name
¿Cómo te llama? I just wanna know your name

Woah-oh (Your Lolita)
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh
Dora the explorer
Woah-oh
Woah-oh (I'm like Dora)
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
I'm like Dora
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
I'm like Dora



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Reckless

Wavy-N, Wavemakers

[Dolly White]
I got your lil' shade, kitch
I sneeze, achoo, kitch
F*ck it, I'm goin reckless
I pop a lil Perc' for breakfast
I'm killin' these niggas, I'll pay for the funeral
For a couple million, I was just chillin' (I was just chillin')
I'm in some tints (Tints), running a bitch
Straight off the porch, I'm in a Porsche (Skrrt)
Get off on Cleveland
Oops, I mean Bleveland (Got it)

Okay, they see the steel (Slatt)
Diamonds on me for real
Hundred K, Unfoonk done beat the appeal
Screaming, "free Poker," real niggas are rare
Reppin' that YSL shit to the death
Coppin' that Christian Dior you can't wear
I got the Gucci with diamonds on it
I got the Rolliе with plain baguettes
I'm humble as f*ck
Don't play with mе 'cause when it's up, it's stuck
I thought I heard a broke nigga that lootin' and stealin' that said somethin'
Catch 'em in traffic and put 'em down bad for a little bit of breadcrumb
I know a f*ck nigga with some hood tendencies, damn, must have said somethin'

I got your lil' shade, kitch
I sneeze, achoo, kitch
F*ck it, I'm goin reckless
I pop a lil Perc' for breakfast
I'm killin' these niggas, I'll pay for the funeral
For a couple million, I was just chillin' (I was just chillin')
I'm in some tints (Tints), running a bitch
Straight off the porch, I'm in a Porsche (Skrrt)
Get off on Cleveland
Oops, I mean Bleveland (Got it)



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That Go!

(feat. T-Shyne)

(Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check
This Patek baguetty, made twenty more mil'
Drop on the opp, got the drum on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin on Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose
I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch"
I take my other bitch a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
F*ck in the back, in the Bach with the curtains
F*ck from the back, and this bitch started squirtin'
No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian
Ooh, go get this bitch a new Presi', cool
I drive my car, how I'm feelin'? She outta lane, she healin'
Now she on a plane, she chillin' and she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
I know that nigga wanna kill it 'cause she in a villa, go handle Tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah

[T-Shyne {Meek Mill}:]
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
{Woah}, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)

[T-Shyne:]
Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek
Nigga, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the sheep
Water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach
Pull up to your block with a motherf*ckin' thotty
Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body
Y'all niggas trappin' out the hotel lobby
Wipe you niggas nose like that motherf*cker snotty
I'm in the trap with a thick bitch
Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it
Most you niggas fried like a fishstick
If he a snitch, can't kick it
I'm with the gang and we deep
Just like a dog, put a nigga to sleep
Bad lil' bitch try to send me on the sneak
No TLC, but a nigga gotta creep
Shoot it like JJ (JJ), spin a nigga block like Beyblade
If I hit the block that's a payday, hurricane AP, A Bay Bay
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime)
Killin' the crib with no cutter, feelin' like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter

[T-Shyne {Meek Mill}:]
{Woah}, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
{Woah}, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)

[Young Thug:]
Abracadabra, my bitch way badder, my wrist out the motherf*ckin' batter (Slatt)
Fish parquet, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I f*cked up my bladder (Yeah)
Motherf*ck a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God)
Everything else you speakin' about, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
Yeah, fishscale, no scale, weigh it up
I spent twenty mil' on a crib, pay it up
In Dubai but the bitch from Israel
Call my phone, you fine as hell
In designer, but I will kill
You done sipped you a pharmacy, I can tell, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
My bitch, wrist clean, I flex, don't bend, I am the king (The king)
Hundred bands can clean up the scene (On God)
Had your wife and you thought it was a dream
Nigga kicked through the door with the bling
I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)

[T-Shyne {Meek Mill}:]
{Woah}, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in
{Woah}, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go)
My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion)
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (Skrrt)

[T-Shyne:]
Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business
Pull up to the club with a pole on me, niggas thinkin' I been fishin'
Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, "Ho, I'm really pimpin'"



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My City (Remix)

(feat. YTB Trench)

[YTB Trench:]
(It's LM on the beat)
Uh, yeah

Opps out with vengeance, they swearin' they don't know who did it
Growin' up, they told us flexin', but all we know is extensions
My Glock sit like an erection, that bitch poke when he experience
Foenem told me to stay down 'til I'm up, thank God I listened
Now they proud, but from a distance, they showin' love from a distance
In my city, bein' broke is fake, if you up, they gon' listen
In my city, can't talk to the jakes, another disappearance
They done took lil' Jake, gave him a grave, done told that boy to listen
Now they out searchin' for bodies, got doctors doin' autopsies
It ain't my place to make a statement, but I'm not just anybody
It ain't my place to re-embrace shit, but my heart cold, no tsunami
I really know niggas who know niggas who take souls from bodies

We made it known, they knew what's up with us
To the point where we ain't speak and everybody f*ck with us
Pullin' up three or four deep, that heat, we gotta tuck us one
Sendin' shots 'til my Glock shrink
I threw it, tryna duck and run and re-up on another one
Stop, had to wait and think, remember pops said not to do
Opps, they duck or get hit, we leave hollows inside of you
Glock, had to tote the stick, I grew up unreliable
They never told me how to move
Don't wanna hear, "I'm proud of you"
Mama said ain't healthy
I been on my own too long, there's nothing you can tell me
If I don't know anything, I know that's still gon' help me
They tellin' me different things, so I gotta be stealthy
Put my pain in my lyrics 'cause I know niggas feel me
I can't love a bimbo, 'cause these hoes out here be filthy
Mama, I'ma make it, this for you, I hope you hearin' me
And f*ck cross-relations, shout out to my f*ckin' family, yeah

[YTB Trench (Young Thug):]
Opps out with vengeance, they swearin' they don't know who did it
Growin' up, they told us flexin', but all we know is extensions
My Glock sit like an erection, that bitch poke when he experience
Foenem told me to stay down 'til I'm up, thank God I listened
Now they proud, but from a distance, they showin' love from a distance
In my city, bein' broke is fake, if you up, they gon' listen
In my city, can't talk to the jakes, another disappearance
They done took lil' Jake, gave him a grave, done told that boy to listen
Now they out searchin' for bodies, got doctors doin' autopsies
It ain't my place to make a statement, but I'm not just anybody
It ain't my place to re-embrace shit, but my heart cold, no tsunami
I really know niggas who know niggas who take souls from bodies (Yeah, yeah)

[Young Thug:]
Lifetime revenge, do you trust me?
He won't come outside, so they killed him in the lobby
Rockin' all white, turnin' red, you think you godly
Federales lookin', but they can't find the body
Look at CNN, niggas droppin' like flies, oh
They gon' keep a grudge, they don't let bygones be bygones
Crazy I had to go to jail just to read the Bible
I told niggas, "Keep it trill," but they don't speak English
I could kill a nigga today like a half a mil' ain't on my wrist
If she play with my name, we gon' have a funeral for my bitch
I could take shit to the grave, I never seen no one get flipped
Pillow talkin' the violations, like a chip, you can get dipped
Got these labels tryna sell me
Tryna see my kids every day because it's healthy
Talkin' to my brother, he had a phone in the jail
He say he just paid a thousand for a knife from my celly
Spent a half a ticket

[YTB Trench:]
Opps out with vengeance, they swearin' they don't know who did it
Growin' up, they told us flexin', but all we know is extensions
My Glock sit like an erection, that bitch poke when he experience
Foenem told me to stay down 'til I'm up, thank God I listened
Now they proud, but from a distance, they showin' love from a distance
In my city, bein' broke is fake, if you up, they gon' listen
In my city, can't talk to the jakes, another disappearance
They done took lil' Jake, gave him a grave, done told that boy to listen
Now they out searchin' for bodies, got doctors doin' autopsies
It ain't my place to make a statement, but I'm not just anybody
It ain't my place to re-embrace shit, but my heart cold, no tsunami
I really know niggas who know niggas who take souls from bodies

[YTB Trench:]
From a distance
They gon' listen
Another disappearance
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