I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I'm working on dying
(BNYX)
Ridin' with my demons, I can't take nothin' back
Yeah (yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest friends, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance (I-I'm)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherf*ckin' buildin' (yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of motherf*ckin' money in this buildin' (shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Urus (oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
Pullin' up on people, now they ask me (skrrt), yeah, yeah (I-I'm)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah)
Where you think I got this f*ckin' money? I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah, woah)
Off this f*ckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (shh)
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah, I-I'm)
"How the f*ck you play me in the worst, ain't adding up, yeah?" (yeah-ah)
All this f*ckin' cash, I'm winnin', spin, I still won't buy it (yeah)
Santa Clara, yeah my bitches, bad bitches, naughty (yeah)
I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (oh, yeah)
Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it
Spittin', that muhf*ckin' clean it up (ah)
Swervin' then dippin', and your bitch get sad, then motherf*cker eatin' up
I give a f*ck what they sayin', the motherf*ckin' rest, the best, I heard enough
Shut up, shut up, shut up bitch, yeah, heard enough (yeah)
All these motherf*ckers dead, they motherf*ckin' snitchin', motherf*ckin' slurpin' up
Heard that they wanna come beef with the kid, in that body be spillin', they turnin' up
I just be wanna be geeked in a minute, the sky, the private jet it not enough (yeah)
Wait, I can't let it up, bitch, it not addin' up
Some of these moves we learnin', some of these names, some of them sad enough (yeah)
Half of these motheruckin' rappers copyin' my swag, I'm done playin' daddy's son
I'm already up in the space, these motherf*ckers done 'cause I already done enough
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ridin' with my demons, I can't take nothin' back
Yeah (yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest friends, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, put 'em in a trance (I-I'm)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherf*ckin' buildin' (yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of motherf*ckin' money in this buildin' (shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
Ridin' in this motherf*ckin' Urus (oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
Pullin' up on people, now they ask me (skrrt), yeah, yeah (I-I'm)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah)
Where you think I got this f*ckin' money? I said, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah, woah)
Off this f*ckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (shh)
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah, I-I'm)
"How the f*ck you play me in the worst, ain't adding up, yeah?" (yeah-ah)
All this f*ckin' cash, I'm winnin', spin, I still won't buy it (yeah)
Santa Clara, yeah my bitches, bad bitches, naughty (yeah)
I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (oh, yeah)
Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it
Spittin', that muhf*ckin' clean it up (ah)
Swervin' then dippin', and your bitch get sad, then motherf*cker eatin' up
I give a f*ck what they sayin', the motherf*ckin' rest, the best, I heard enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeat - Afterlyfe Album Lyrics
Yeat - Afterlyfe Lyrics
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Shmunk
Yeah, you heard me right (huh)
Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on fled, thrice (oh, huh)
Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up, I'm talkin' 'bout big price (oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (fall, fall)
I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (yeah, yeah)
I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (yeah, yeah)
I was pullin' up with thugs (grrah), I was pullin' up with guns
I've been pullin' up in big whips, yeah, y'all still smokin' Runtz (skrrt)
I got a whole lotta money, lil' bitch, I got a bunch (yeah)
I don't even need no security, I got guns (I got guns)
I need me a moment of clarity, I'm movin' these tons (I'm movin' these tons)
Pulled up in a frog-eyed Bentley, with the big boy drum
Yeah, talk down on the mob who gon' get you sprung
Yeah, and I boot up for fun (fun), do that shit for fun (fun)
Yeah, reloadin' my shit, you 'bout to go to the sun
Travelin' round with thugs, yeah, we number one (we number one)
Brr, light his bitch-ass up, yeah, just like a blunt (brr)
Brr, I'm so cold, my diamonds negative one
I got big old cash, know what I'm sayin'? That bitch want five
I ain't listen to nobody's shit, I'ma live my life, my life
I'm 'bout to boot up, it's just for the night, 'bout to pour up some Sprite, uh
When I'm in Urus, that big body steppin', that bitch 'bout a knife, slice
Yeah, you heard me right (huh)
Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (oh, huh)
Hold up, yeah, put you on read, put you on fled thrice (oh, huh)
Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up, I'm talkin' 'bout big price (oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (fall, fall)
I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (yeah, yeah)
I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (yeah, yeah)
Rich on rich, pallbearer and they thunder
Pull up with stick and it got a whole hundred
Give the bitch coverage, I tap her bumper
I know the bitch only want her some money
I get the bitch and I catch me a body
Pull up and I chop it, I pop it and pop it
She f*ck with my diamonds, I f*ck with her Gotti then
I need to buy me a brand new big body Benz
Ain't comin' in if they ain't let them shottas in
FN in my shirt, I Givenchy my shirt
'Bout to get this shit tailored, I'ma put the pants in
Play, your whole clique get spinned
Play, your whole clique get shot, beat the lil' bitch back in
I don't even go to no show, mama, I get a big backend
Scary-ass nigga, I don't want him 'round me, whoa, he ain't my friend
He ain't my five, my slime, my blood, my kind, no, he ain't my kin
Got the bitch here tattooing her skin, said she wan' do it again
I got them M's and I'll do it again, got a bitch jaw breakin'
Yeah, you heard me right (huh)
Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaire, thrice (oh, huh)
Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up, I'm talkin' 'bout big price (oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (fall, fall)
I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (yeah, yeah)
I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (yeah, yeah)
Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on fled, thrice (oh, huh)
Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up, I'm talkin' 'bout big price (oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (fall, fall)
I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (yeah, yeah)
I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (yeah, yeah)
I was pullin' up with thugs (grrah), I was pullin' up with guns
I've been pullin' up in big whips, yeah, y'all still smokin' Runtz (skrrt)
I got a whole lotta money, lil' bitch, I got a bunch (yeah)
I don't even need no security, I got guns (I got guns)
I need me a moment of clarity, I'm movin' these tons (I'm movin' these tons)
Pulled up in a frog-eyed Bentley, with the big boy drum
Yeah, talk down on the mob who gon' get you sprung
Yeah, and I boot up for fun (fun), do that shit for fun (fun)
Yeah, reloadin' my shit, you 'bout to go to the sun
Travelin' round with thugs, yeah, we number one (we number one)
Brr, light his bitch-ass up, yeah, just like a blunt (brr)
Brr, I'm so cold, my diamonds negative one
I got big old cash, know what I'm sayin'? That bitch want five
I ain't listen to nobody's shit, I'ma live my life, my life
I'm 'bout to boot up, it's just for the night, 'bout to pour up some Sprite, uh
When I'm in Urus, that big body steppin', that bitch 'bout a knife, slice
Yeah, you heard me right (huh)
Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (oh, huh)
Hold up, yeah, put you on read, put you on fled thrice (oh, huh)
Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up, I'm talkin' 'bout big price (oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (fall, fall)
I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (yeah, yeah)
I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (yeah, yeah)
Rich on rich, pallbearer and they thunder
Pull up with stick and it got a whole hundred
Give the bitch coverage, I tap her bumper
I know the bitch only want her some money
I get the bitch and I catch me a body
Pull up and I chop it, I pop it and pop it
She f*ck with my diamonds, I f*ck with her Gotti then
I need to buy me a brand new big body Benz
Ain't comin' in if they ain't let them shottas in
FN in my shirt, I Givenchy my shirt
'Bout to get this shit tailored, I'ma put the pants in
Play, your whole clique get spinned
Play, your whole clique get shot, beat the lil' bitch back in
I don't even go to no show, mama, I get a big backend
Scary-ass nigga, I don't want him 'round me, whoa, he ain't my friend
He ain't my five, my slime, my blood, my kind, no, he ain't my kin
Got the bitch here tattooing her skin, said she wan' do it again
I got them M's and I'll do it again, got a bitch jaw breakin'
Yeah, you heard me right (huh)
Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaire, thrice (oh, huh)
Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up, I'm talkin' 'bout big price (oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (fall, fall)
I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (yeah, yeah)
I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (yeah, yeah)
Writer: Noah Smith, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bettr 0ff
Yeah (ooh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)
(back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)
When you live like this, this shit so fun (honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (honeybun, up on the)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (skrrt)
Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (yeah)
I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (bop, bop)
Yeah, f*ck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy (mommy)
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no f*cks, I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a f*ck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (the bust)
Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (oh, yeah)
I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a f*ck where they layin'
I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (skrrt)
Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a f*ck what you say, you can't stay (no, no, no)
I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve (yeah)
Any time that I want, bitch, I'm leavin' this earth, yeah, ah
They told me, "Get back," bitch, there's still bills for the birds (brr)
And f*ck what you think, 'cause you wish for the worst (dah)
No, don't you did it, I'm pushin' my limits, ah (pushin' my limits)
I'm squeezin' that bitch just like squeezin' some lemons (yeah)
Ah, f*ck what you said, bitch, I'm pushin' them limits, yeah (ooh)
Back in the day I was ridin' that Civic, I'm pushin' the limits, no gymnast, yeah (ooh)
Pull up, I'm in that lil' Urus, I'm swervin' and dappin', that bitch in my business (oh, yeah)
Bought a new Patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten, them motherf*cker listen to me
'Cause I'm talkin' a lot, and I'm walkin' a lot, got a lot of money on me, parkin' the lot (woah)
I got them woods, got them bitches in the back, got the bricks in the back
got them racks in the bag (ack)
I got a Glock and it sit on my lap, 'bout to shoot, go "doo-doo-doo-doo" and they dead
I already said it a million times, but I'm 'bout to go back and just say it again (yeah)
Bitch, it's f*ck what you said, and it's f*ck what you read
I don't give no f*cks, bitch, you better off dead (yeah)
Lizards all slimy like this, bitch, I leave 'em on read
Yeah (ooh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)
(back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)
When you live like this, this shit so fun (honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (honeybun, up on the)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (skrrt)
Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (yeah)
I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (bop, bop)
F*ck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy (mommy)
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no f*cks, I'm 'bout to swerve and dab on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a f*ck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (the bust)
Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (oh, yeah)
I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a f*ck where they layin'
I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (skrrt)
Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a f*ck what you say, you can't stay (no, no, no)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)
(back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)
When you live like this, this shit so fun (honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (honeybun, up on the)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (skrrt)
Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (yeah)
I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (bop, bop)
Yeah, f*ck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy (mommy)
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no f*cks, I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a f*ck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (the bust)
Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (oh, yeah)
I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a f*ck where they layin'
I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (skrrt)
Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a f*ck what you say, you can't stay (no, no, no)
I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve (yeah)
Any time that I want, bitch, I'm leavin' this earth, yeah, ah
They told me, "Get back," bitch, there's still bills for the birds (brr)
And f*ck what you think, 'cause you wish for the worst (dah)
No, don't you did it, I'm pushin' my limits, ah (pushin' my limits)
I'm squeezin' that bitch just like squeezin' some lemons (yeah)
Ah, f*ck what you said, bitch, I'm pushin' them limits, yeah (ooh)
Back in the day I was ridin' that Civic, I'm pushin' the limits, no gymnast, yeah (ooh)
Pull up, I'm in that lil' Urus, I'm swervin' and dappin', that bitch in my business (oh, yeah)
Bought a new Patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten, them motherf*cker listen to me
'Cause I'm talkin' a lot, and I'm walkin' a lot, got a lot of money on me, parkin' the lot (woah)
I got them woods, got them bitches in the back, got the bricks in the back
got them racks in the bag (ack)
I got a Glock and it sit on my lap, 'bout to shoot, go "doo-doo-doo-doo" and they dead
I already said it a million times, but I'm 'bout to go back and just say it again (yeah)
Bitch, it's f*ck what you said, and it's f*ck what you read
I don't give no f*cks, bitch, you better off dead (yeah)
Lizards all slimy like this, bitch, I leave 'em on read
Yeah (ooh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)
(back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)
When you live like this, this shit so fun (honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (honeybun, up on the)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (skrrt)
Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (yeah)
I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (bop, bop)
F*ck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy (mommy)
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no f*cks, I'm 'bout to swerve and dab on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a f*ck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (the bust)
Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (oh, yeah)
I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a f*ck where they layin'
I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (skrrt)
Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a f*ck what you say, you can't stay (no, no, no)
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rav3 p4rty
Yeah, yeah (ooh)
Yeah (yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh, hey)
I just pulled up in a lamb' and that big body slam
That big body flam, that big body, f*ck (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, what?)
Big body sittin' outside, got big body truck
Got big body truck, don't give a f*ck (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, what?)
This a wide body, we keep on the juice, got molly, got shrooms, got everything plus
Slidin' everywhere, bitch, you can't f*ck with the gang, no, you cannot f*ck wit' us
(Phew, rippin' the curb up the, phew)
Rippin' the curb up the bitch (swerve)
I put the swerve in that bitch (swerve)
I put the swerve on the tank (swerve)
I put the swerve in the tonka (hey)
I put the swerve on everyone's head, bitch, we gon' pull up, luh chonka (luh chonka)
Don't give no f*cks, uh, luh chonka (yeah)
I got racks, bitch, don't pay me what you wanna
(Yeah, yeah) fill 'em with lead (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), make him slumber (yeah, yeah, what?)
I don't give a f*ck what you said (nah), delete my number (what? Dulio)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah, yeah)
Poppin' they ass (yeah, yeah)
It's hot to flex (twenty-four seven)
I'm on they necks, yeah, sprayin' the tecs (bwah)
Yeah, I'm on they necks, got a couple of sticks, got a couple of blicks (bwah, bwah)
Feel like osama, this shit 'bout to stick, this shit 'bout to blow (yeah)
Pull up at shows (yeah), pull up at my show, I'm golden (yeah)
I'm not from London, bitch (yeah), I'm not your average bloke (woah)
No average shows, no average shows (ugh)
Nothin' on me is average (no)
We don't do average shoes (huh)
To half of these kids, I'm really they dad (huh)
I already had the results (huh)
You can't even handle this shit (huh)
You're like a joke, you better grab you some rope (huh)
This wave that you on, flam big, never gets old, do what you supposed
Play in your role, you is a hoe, I let y'all know, just stick to a pro
(Dulio-dulio-dulio)
Yeah, yeah (ooh)
Yeah (yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh, hey)
I just pulled up in a lamb' and that big body slam
That big body flam, that big body, f*ck (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, what?)
Big body sittin' outside, got big body truck
Got big body truck, don't give a f*ck (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, what?)
This a wide body, we keep on the juice, got molly, got shrooms, got everything plus
Slidin' everywhere, bitch, you can't f*ck with the gang, no, you cannot f*ck wit' us
(Phew, rippin' the curb up the, phew)
Rippin' the curb up the bitch (swerve)
I put the swerve in that bitch (swerve)
I put the swerve on the tank (swerve)
I put the swerve in the tonka (hey)
I put the swerve on everyone's head, bitch, we gon' pull up, luh chonka (luh chonka)
Don't give no f*cks, uh, luh chonka (yeah)
I got racks, bitch, don't pay me what you wanna
(Yeah, yeah) fill 'em with lead (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), make him slumber (yeah, yeah, what?)
I don't give a f*ck what you said (nah), delete my number (what? D-d-dulio)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah, yeah)
Poppin' they ass (yeah, yeah)
It's hot to flex (twenty-four seven)
I'm on they necks, yeah, sprayin' the tecs (bwah)
Yeah, I'm on they necks, got a couple of sticks, got a couple of blicks (bwah, bwah)
Feel like osama, this shit 'bout to stick, this shit 'bout to blow (yeah)
Pull up at shows (yeah), pull up at my show, I'm golden (yeah)
I'm not from London, bitch (yeah), I'm not your average bloke (woah)
Yeah (yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh, hey)
I just pulled up in a lamb' and that big body slam
That big body flam, that big body, f*ck (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, what?)
Big body sittin' outside, got big body truck
Got big body truck, don't give a f*ck (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, what?)
This a wide body, we keep on the juice, got molly, got shrooms, got everything plus
Slidin' everywhere, bitch, you can't f*ck with the gang, no, you cannot f*ck wit' us
(Phew, rippin' the curb up the, phew)
Rippin' the curb up the bitch (swerve)
I put the swerve in that bitch (swerve)
I put the swerve on the tank (swerve)
I put the swerve in the tonka (hey)
I put the swerve on everyone's head, bitch, we gon' pull up, luh chonka (luh chonka)
Don't give no f*cks, uh, luh chonka (yeah)
I got racks, bitch, don't pay me what you wanna
(Yeah, yeah) fill 'em with lead (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), make him slumber (yeah, yeah, what?)
I don't give a f*ck what you said (nah), delete my number (what? Dulio)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah, yeah)
Poppin' they ass (yeah, yeah)
It's hot to flex (twenty-four seven)
I'm on they necks, yeah, sprayin' the tecs (bwah)
Yeah, I'm on they necks, got a couple of sticks, got a couple of blicks (bwah, bwah)
Feel like osama, this shit 'bout to stick, this shit 'bout to blow (yeah)
Pull up at shows (yeah), pull up at my show, I'm golden (yeah)
I'm not from London, bitch (yeah), I'm not your average bloke (woah)
No average shows, no average shows (ugh)
Nothin' on me is average (no)
We don't do average shoes (huh)
To half of these kids, I'm really they dad (huh)
I already had the results (huh)
You can't even handle this shit (huh)
You're like a joke, you better grab you some rope (huh)
This wave that you on, flam big, never gets old, do what you supposed
Play in your role, you is a hoe, I let y'all know, just stick to a pro
(Dulio-dulio-dulio)
Yeah, yeah (ooh)
Yeah (yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh, hey)
I just pulled up in a lamb' and that big body slam
That big body flam, that big body, f*ck (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, what?)
Big body sittin' outside, got big body truck
Got big body truck, don't give a f*ck (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, what?)
This a wide body, we keep on the juice, got molly, got shrooms, got everything plus
Slidin' everywhere, bitch, you can't f*ck with the gang, no, you cannot f*ck wit' us
(Phew, rippin' the curb up the, phew)
Rippin' the curb up the bitch (swerve)
I put the swerve in that bitch (swerve)
I put the swerve on the tank (swerve)
I put the swerve in the tonka (hey)
I put the swerve on everyone's head, bitch, we gon' pull up, luh chonka (luh chonka)
Don't give no f*cks, uh, luh chonka (yeah)
I got racks, bitch, don't pay me what you wanna
(Yeah, yeah) fill 'em with lead (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), make him slumber (yeah, yeah, what?)
I don't give a f*ck what you said (nah), delete my number (what? D-d-dulio)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the edge (yeah, yeah)
Poppin' they ass (yeah, yeah)
It's hot to flex (twenty-four seven)
I'm on they necks, yeah, sprayin' the tecs (bwah)
Yeah, I'm on they necks, got a couple of sticks, got a couple of blicks (bwah, bwah)
Feel like osama, this shit 'bout to stick, this shit 'bout to blow (yeah)
Pull up at shows (yeah), pull up at my show, I'm golden (yeah)
I'm not from London, bitch (yeah), I'm not your average bloke (woah)
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Nun id change
I-I-I'm
Remember (remember)
I-I-I'm
I-I'm working on dying
BNYX
Red bottoms on, money gettin' slain
Red bottoms on, hunnid mill' in cash, nothin' I'd change, now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I-I'on f*ck with no lames, take time off, bitch (yeah)
Gettin' hit by a train, muhf*ckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time a muhf*cka play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
It was not everyday, turnin' back
Made a mill' everyday, got the cash comin' in big time
Pushin' two hunnid, then I'm windin, call up Big Slime, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'boutta boot up
'bout to fool up, 'bout to tint the crank, baby, 'bout to fool up
I'm just be stayin' to myself, I don't f*ck with nobody, at all
None of these muhf*ckers love their self, they're cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (ugh)
Fly (fly), fly (fly), fly (fly), fly (yeah)
I been gettin' fly (fly), fly (fly), fly (fly), get high to the moon
(Fly), fly (fly), fly (fly), gettin' high to the moon
Fly, fly, fly (fly), fly (fly, fly-fly-fly)
Red bottoms on, money gettin' slain
Red bottoms on, hunnid mill' in cash, nothin' I'd change, now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I-I'on f*ck with no lames, take time off, bitch (yeah)
Gettin' hit by a train, muhf*ckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time a muhf*cka play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
It was not everyday, turnin' back
Made a mill' everyday, got the cash comin' in big time
Pushin' two hunnid then I'm windin, call up big slime, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
'bout to fool up, 'bout to tint the crank, baby, 'bout to fool up
I'm just be stayin' to myself, I don't f*ck with nobody, at all
Lot of these muhf*ckas on the shelf, they cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (oh)
Remember (remember)
I-I-I'm
I-I'm working on dying
BNYX
Red bottoms on, money gettin' slain
Red bottoms on, hunnid mill' in cash, nothin' I'd change, now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I-I'on f*ck with no lames, take time off, bitch (yeah)
Gettin' hit by a train, muhf*ckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time a muhf*cka play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
It was not everyday, turnin' back
Made a mill' everyday, got the cash comin' in big time
Pushin' two hunnid, then I'm windin, call up Big Slime, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'boutta boot up
'bout to fool up, 'bout to tint the crank, baby, 'bout to fool up
I'm just be stayin' to myself, I don't f*ck with nobody, at all
None of these muhf*ckers love their self, they're cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (ugh)
Fly (fly), fly (fly), fly (fly), fly (yeah)
I been gettin' fly (fly), fly (fly), fly (fly), get high to the moon
(Fly), fly (fly), fly (fly), gettin' high to the moon
Fly, fly, fly (fly), fly (fly, fly-fly-fly)
Red bottoms on, money gettin' slain
Red bottoms on, hunnid mill' in cash, nothin' I'd change, now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I-I'on f*ck with no lames, take time off, bitch (yeah)
Gettin' hit by a train, muhf*ckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time a muhf*cka play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
It was not everyday, turnin' back
Made a mill' everyday, got the cash comin' in big time
Pushin' two hunnid then I'm windin, call up big slime, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
'bout to fool up, 'bout to tint the crank, baby, 'bout to fool up
I'm just be stayin' to myself, I don't f*ck with nobody, at all
Lot of these muhf*ckas on the shelf, they cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (oh)
Writer: Benjamin Saint Fort, Colin Magdamo, Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Woa...!
(Dulio, phew, woo, Lucid, kick your bitch)
Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley (woo)
I don't f*ck with nobody, bitch, I'm not friendly (woo)
I don't leave the crib without my gun, without my semi' (yeah)
Yeah, I don't leave without my Hemi (ooh)
I got lots of money inside my bag, lots of cash on me (shh)
I don't give no f*cks, I don't give no f*cks at all (what?)
I got bucks, I got these bucks around (yeah)
Woah, I got cash, who ask who poppin' now?
Woah, why they tryna jack my f*ckin' sound?
Woah, I got too many flows, too many sounds
Woah, hah, we ain't pull up just to f*ck around (phew)
Woah, f*ck the law, f*ck your money, I got all 'em honey bunnies (yeah)
I got every type of digit, I got all types of money (all the types, all the types)
Everytime I did, I just wont, "ehh" (ehh)
I ain't never gave a f*ck, I just went, "ehh-ehh" (dulio, woo, Lucid)
All this shit is f*ckin' trash, it just went, "ehh" (shh, shh, shh, shh, shh)
I just pulled up just to crash, and just went, "ehh" (ooh)
I know it's bad, I know I'm brash, I know I'm, "ehh" (ack)
I don't boast and I don't brag, that's why I'm him (huh, huh)
All my f*ckin' money, just to swim in it, yeah
I got deadly weapons, I got bullets in it (boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom)
I got two garages, I got twelve of 'em tinted (twelve, whoops)
I got four different houses, I don't know which one I'm at (huh, huh)
I jus' been runnin' that bitch, I jus' been runnin' that shit (huh)
Yeah, I jus' been runnin' that bitch, I jus' been runnin' the street (what? What?)
Maybe go shoot up this bitch, don't like Swisher Sweets (woah, woah)
They cannot muh'f*ckin' air, boy, you a muh'f*ckin' lame (yeah, ha-ha)
Claimin' to really act tough, boy, you ain't in no gang (boy, say your name)
We can get you deceased, we can get you out of this place (stay in your lane)
Bitch, that Shmunk army, we all over the place (yeah)
(Dulio, phew, woo, Lucid, kick your bitch)
Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley (woo)
I don't f*ck with nobody, bitch, I'm not friendly (woo)
I don't leave the crib without my gun, without my semi' (yeah)
Yeah, I don't leave without my Hemi (ooh)
I got lots of money inside my bag, lots of cash on me (shh)
I don't give no f*cks, I don't give no f*cks at all (what?)
I got bucks, I got these bucks around (yeah)
Woah, I got cash, who ask who poppin' now?
Woah, why they tryna jack my f*ckin' sound?
Woah, I got too many flows, too many sounds
Woah, hah, we ain't pull up just to f*ck around (phew)
Woah, f*ck the law, f*ck your money, I got all 'em honey bunnies (yeah)
I got every type of digit, I got all types of money (all the types, all the types)
Everytime I did, I just went, "ehh" (ehh)
I ain't never gave a f*ck, I just went, "ehh-ehh" (dulio, woo, Lucid)
Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley (woo)
I don't f*ck with nobody, bitch, I'm not friendly (woo)
I don't leave the crib without my gun, without my semi' (yeah)
Yeah, I don't leave without my Hemi (ooh)
I got lots of money inside my bag, lots of cash on me (shh)
I don't give no f*cks, I don't give no f*cks at all (what?)
I got bucks, I got these bucks around (yeah)
Woah, I got cash, who ask who poppin' now?
Woah, why they tryna jack my f*ckin' sound?
Woah, I got too many flows, too many sounds
Woah, hah, we ain't pull up just to f*ck around (phew)
Woah, f*ck the law, f*ck your money, I got all 'em honey bunnies (yeah)
I got every type of digit, I got all types of money (all the types, all the types)
Everytime I did, I just wont, "ehh" (ehh)
I ain't never gave a f*ck, I just went, "ehh-ehh" (dulio, woo, Lucid)
All this shit is f*ckin' trash, it just went, "ehh" (shh, shh, shh, shh, shh)
I just pulled up just to crash, and just went, "ehh" (ooh)
I know it's bad, I know I'm brash, I know I'm, "ehh" (ack)
I don't boast and I don't brag, that's why I'm him (huh, huh)
All my f*ckin' money, just to swim in it, yeah
I got deadly weapons, I got bullets in it (boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom)
I got two garages, I got twelve of 'em tinted (twelve, whoops)
I got four different houses, I don't know which one I'm at (huh, huh)
I jus' been runnin' that bitch, I jus' been runnin' that shit (huh)
Yeah, I jus' been runnin' that bitch, I jus' been runnin' the street (what? What?)
Maybe go shoot up this bitch, don't like Swisher Sweets (woah, woah)
They cannot muh'f*ckin' air, boy, you a muh'f*ckin' lame (yeah, ha-ha)
Claimin' to really act tough, boy, you ain't in no gang (boy, say your name)
We can get you deceased, we can get you out of this place (stay in your lane)
Bitch, that Shmunk army, we all over the place (yeah)
(Dulio, phew, woo, Lucid, kick your bitch)
Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley (woo)
I don't f*ck with nobody, bitch, I'm not friendly (woo)
I don't leave the crib without my gun, without my semi' (yeah)
Yeah, I don't leave without my Hemi (ooh)
I got lots of money inside my bag, lots of cash on me (shh)
I don't give no f*cks, I don't give no f*cks at all (what?)
I got bucks, I got these bucks around (yeah)
Woah, I got cash, who ask who poppin' now?
Woah, why they tryna jack my f*ckin' sound?
Woah, I got too many flows, too many sounds
Woah, hah, we ain't pull up just to f*ck around (phew)
Woah, f*ck the law, f*ck your money, I got all 'em honey bunnies (yeah)
I got every type of digit, I got all types of money (all the types, all the types)
Everytime I did, I just went, "ehh" (ehh)
I ain't never gave a f*ck, I just went, "ehh-ehh" (dulio, woo, Lucid)
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Now
I got bands, now, I got bands now, I got bands now, yeah
I got fans, now, I got fans now, I got fans now, yeah
I got plans now, I got plans now, I got demons comin' for my head now
For any of these motherf*ckin' brothers gon' play around
With the semi, I'ma pull up with hundred rounds choppas
with .40's aimin' at the motherf*ckin' rocket (yeah, yeah)
Motherf*ckin' pull up, the block goin' down
A hundred rounds of metal gon' pull up and fill 'em with lead
By the motherf*ckin' bottle
Yeah, ah, all of my voices in me (yeah-ah)
All of my voices I hear (ah, I-I-I'm working on dying, BNYX)
I'm on the geek, I'm on the drugs
I wanna hear where I come from, I don't ever wanna call the plug, ah
I seen the eight wonders of the world
I'm like the ninth wonder of the world, I made a tenth wonder to your girl, oh
Yeah, super geeked, I'm on that Sky High feelin'
Uh, everybody wanna fly high with me (yeah, yeah)
Everybody wanna fly high with me (yeah)
But when I was broke, nobody wanna vibe with me (yeah)
Got a hundred bullets, one of them got a land on 'em (yeah)
I'll never understand how they switch up on 'em, hmm
I'll never understand how they switch up on 'em
How they do that to me? Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in that Bentley, ride, I got the truck
I'm in that Bentley, ride, I got the truck, yeah
We them bitches, give a f*ck if you got it (I-I-I'm working on dying)
We them bitches, give a f*ck if you got it (BNYX)
We got slime talk, choppas and hundred Bentleys
When they talk, only f*ck around la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la bang
On god, yeah, we don't be givin' f*cks I said
We don't be givin' f*cks at all
We don't be f*ckin' with nobody, oh
For every time they ever sent me dead
I wished them with four words
Yeah, before I had these bands (I-I-I'm working on dying, BNYX)
I got bands, now, I got bands now, I got bands now, yeah
I got fans, now, I got fans now, I got fans now, yeah
I got plans now, I got plans now, I got demons comin' for my head now
For any of these motherf*ckin' brothers gon' play around
With the semi, I'ma pull up with hundred rounds choppas
With .40's aimin' at the motherf*ckin' rocket (yeah, yeah)
Motherf*ckin' pull up, the block goin' down
A hundred rounds of metal gon' pull up and fill 'em with lead
By the motherf*ckin' bottle
Yeah, ah, all of my voices in me (yeah-ah)
All of my voices I hear (ah, I-I-I'm working on dying, BNYX)
I'm on the geek, I'm on the drugs
I wanna hear where I come from, I don't ever wanna call the plug, ah
I seen the eight wonders of the world
I'm like the ninth wonder of the world, I made a tenth wonder to your girl, oh
(I-I-I)
(I-I-I)
(I-I-I'm working on dying, BNYX)
I got fans, now, I got fans now, I got fans now, yeah
I got plans now, I got plans now, I got demons comin' for my head now
For any of these motherf*ckin' brothers gon' play around
With the semi, I'ma pull up with hundred rounds choppas
with .40's aimin' at the motherf*ckin' rocket (yeah, yeah)
Motherf*ckin' pull up, the block goin' down
A hundred rounds of metal gon' pull up and fill 'em with lead
By the motherf*ckin' bottle
Yeah, ah, all of my voices in me (yeah-ah)
All of my voices I hear (ah, I-I-I'm working on dying, BNYX)
I'm on the geek, I'm on the drugs
I wanna hear where I come from, I don't ever wanna call the plug, ah
I seen the eight wonders of the world
I'm like the ninth wonder of the world, I made a tenth wonder to your girl, oh
Yeah, super geeked, I'm on that Sky High feelin'
Uh, everybody wanna fly high with me (yeah, yeah)
Everybody wanna fly high with me (yeah)
But when I was broke, nobody wanna vibe with me (yeah)
Got a hundred bullets, one of them got a land on 'em (yeah)
I'll never understand how they switch up on 'em, hmm
I'll never understand how they switch up on 'em
How they do that to me? Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in that Bentley, ride, I got the truck
I'm in that Bentley, ride, I got the truck, yeah
We them bitches, give a f*ck if you got it (I-I-I'm working on dying)
We them bitches, give a f*ck if you got it (BNYX)
We got slime talk, choppas and hundred Bentleys
When they talk, only f*ck around la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la bang
On god, yeah, we don't be givin' f*cks I said
We don't be givin' f*cks at all
We don't be f*ckin' with nobody, oh
For every time they ever sent me dead
I wished them with four words
Yeah, before I had these bands (I-I-I'm working on dying, BNYX)
I got bands, now, I got bands now, I got bands now, yeah
I got fans, now, I got fans now, I got fans now, yeah
I got plans now, I got plans now, I got demons comin' for my head now
For any of these motherf*ckin' brothers gon' play around
With the semi, I'ma pull up with hundred rounds choppas
With .40's aimin' at the motherf*ckin' rocket (yeah, yeah)
Motherf*ckin' pull up, the block goin' down
A hundred rounds of metal gon' pull up and fill 'em with lead
By the motherf*ckin' bottle
Yeah, ah, all of my voices in me (yeah-ah)
All of my voices I hear (ah, I-I-I'm working on dying, BNYX)
I'm on the geek, I'm on the drugs
I wanna hear where I come from, I don't ever wanna call the plug, ah
I seen the eight wonders of the world
I'm like the ninth wonder of the world, I made a tenth wonder to your girl, oh
(I-I-I)
(I-I-I)
(I-I-I'm working on dying, BNYX)
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Slamm
I-I-I
I-I-I
Slam, I got red bottom
Slam, I got red bottom (I-I-I'm working on dying)
Slam, I be slidin' in a coupe (BNYX)
Slam, I don't care 'bout 'em
Slam, Balenci' on my feet
Slam, just went slammed on 'em
Slam, just slam on 'em
Slam, just slam on 'em
You a bitch and you slow, heard you flamboyant
I got money head to toe, I got diamond Rollie
Diamond Rollie, yeah, roly poly (I-I-I)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' body got 'em all Corona (I-I-I)
Stack down on these pussies and I'm rich, got 'em sick, Corona
Pull up in that motherf*ckin' Tonka, this is no Toyota
Sippin' on that motherf*ckin' mud, this green is f*ckin' Yoda
I got bucks and don't give f*cks and I got big money
Back in the day, I was pill poppin', real junkie
I just jumped up on the game and did a big dunkin'
All my money got obese, my money just got chunky (I-I-I)
Y'all be callin' the police, bitch, y'all not good for nothin' (Yeah, yeah, I-I-I)
My cult just like my f*ckin' family
If I jump up off this bridge, my f*ckin' fans are jumpin' off with me (yeah, my cult, yeah)
Did you f*ckin' hear me?
All the f*ckin' money in the world, still not enough for us
I'm slow up on these bands, I'm a f*ckin' tortoise
You don't really live this life, you a f*ckin' tourist
I left my drink in Sprite and now I'm pouring 4s (yeah)
Pulled up in that Porsche, seven hundred horses
Y'all be doin' anything, yeah, with the whores
Bitch, I'm headin' up, I go and slam, of course (I-I-I)
Slam, I got red bottom
Slam, I got red bottom (I-I-I'm working on dying)
Slam, I be slidin' in a coupe (BNYX)
Slam, I don't care 'bout 'em
Slam, Balenci' on my feet
Slam, just went slammed on 'em
Slam, just slam on 'em
Slam, just slam on 'em
You a bitch and you slow, heard you flamboyant
I got money head to toe, I got diamond Rollie
Diamond Rollie, yeah, roly poly (I-I-I)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' body got 'em all Corona (I-I-I)
Stack down on these pussies and I'm rich, got 'em sick, Corona
Pull up in that motherf*ckin' Tonka, this is no Toyota
Sippin' on that motherf*ckin' mud, this green is f*ckin' Yoda
I-I-I
Slam, I got red bottom
Slam, I got red bottom (I-I-I'm working on dying)
Slam, I be slidin' in a coupe (BNYX)
Slam, I don't care 'bout 'em
Slam, Balenci' on my feet
Slam, just went slammed on 'em
Slam, just slam on 'em
Slam, just slam on 'em
You a bitch and you slow, heard you flamboyant
I got money head to toe, I got diamond Rollie
Diamond Rollie, yeah, roly poly (I-I-I)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' body got 'em all Corona (I-I-I)
Stack down on these pussies and I'm rich, got 'em sick, Corona
Pull up in that motherf*ckin' Tonka, this is no Toyota
Sippin' on that motherf*ckin' mud, this green is f*ckin' Yoda
I got bucks and don't give f*cks and I got big money
Back in the day, I was pill poppin', real junkie
I just jumped up on the game and did a big dunkin'
All my money got obese, my money just got chunky (I-I-I)
Y'all be callin' the police, bitch, y'all not good for nothin' (Yeah, yeah, I-I-I)
My cult just like my f*ckin' family
If I jump up off this bridge, my f*ckin' fans are jumpin' off with me (yeah, my cult, yeah)
Did you f*ckin' hear me?
All the f*ckin' money in the world, still not enough for us
I'm slow up on these bands, I'm a f*ckin' tortoise
You don't really live this life, you a f*ckin' tourist
I left my drink in Sprite and now I'm pouring 4s (yeah)
Pulled up in that Porsche, seven hundred horses
Y'all be doin' anything, yeah, with the whores
Bitch, I'm headin' up, I go and slam, of course (I-I-I)
Slam, I got red bottom
Slam, I got red bottom (I-I-I'm working on dying)
Slam, I be slidin' in a coupe (BNYX)
Slam, I don't care 'bout 'em
Slam, Balenci' on my feet
Slam, just went slammed on 'em
Slam, just slam on 'em
Slam, just slam on 'em
You a bitch and you slow, heard you flamboyant
I got money head to toe, I got diamond Rollie
Diamond Rollie, yeah, roly poly (I-I-I)
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' body got 'em all Corona (I-I-I)
Stack down on these pussies and I'm rich, got 'em sick, Corona
Pull up in that motherf*ckin' Tonka, this is no Toyota
Sippin' on that motherf*ckin' mud, this green is f*ckin' Yoda
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
7 nightz
(dulio, Lucid, phew)
I just been geeked up, bitch, uh
Think it's been around seven nights straight (straight)
I just been geeked up, bitch, uh
You just been sippin' that straight, uh (straight)
I just been geeked up, bitch (huh)
I was sellin' money, makin' pounds, uh
I don't do the talkin', do the ounce (shh, shh, shh, shh)
I pulled up with Glock, you hear that sound, oh (bang-bang, bang-bang)
I got five million in each account, oh (account, yeah)
I been makin' money, hear that sound (sound)
I'ma live life the fastest (yeah), I'ma live life the bestest (shut up)
Make sure that would last (ooh, yeah), done wiped my glasses (yeah, uh)
Big ol' buildings (yeah), filled with money (yeah-ah-ah)
Bitch, I'm on campus (Woah), the bigger, the better
In the big body house (ooh), and the bitch ass bounce (ooh)
That muh'f*cker die (bitch), make the muh'f*cker cry (Uh)
Make the muh'f*cker slide (phew), and the muh'f*cker die
Bitch, what the f*ck you read? (yeah), this shit livin' or die (yeah-ah)
Give a f*ck what you said (yeah), I don't hear all that cryin' (yeah)
In that Jeep, I was slidin'
In my sleep (err), I was fightin'
Everybody tryna take my f*ckin' money, then they dyin' (err)
I been fighting all these f*cking lames, all these f*cking bands
How you turnt 'bout that f*ckin' money you ain't ever had?
Bad, I know you down bad
Know your pockets never been on fat (know your-, never)
Broker than school, yeah, I ran (know your-)
Snitchin' on your friends to the cops, bad guy (know your-)
Paranoid as f*ck, got you dying, that shit- (Woah)
Only thing I crashed bag, at you (yeah)
When I'm forty-five, I could kill forty-five (huh)
Comin' in my house, ain't nothing to check, you finna die, bitch
It's all my shawties, she my favorite, she lick my privates (privates)
Every time I'm happy, I look back and close my eyelids (shh)
I've been livin' on islands (shh-shh)
I've been livin' on islands (every time)
Every drop I'm 'bout to kill a muh'f*cker
Every time I'm 'bout to shoot from the sky
And these muh'f*ckas dying and these muh'f*ckas crying
And these muh'f*ckas lying and these muh'f*ckas slidin', better turn up
(dulio, Lucid, phew)
I just been geeked up, bitch, uh
Think it's been around seven nights straight (straight)
I just been geeked up, bitch, uh
You just been sippin' that straight, uh (straight)
I just been geeked up, bitch (huh)
I was sellin' money, makin' pounds, uh
I don't do the talkin', do the ounce (shh, shh, shh, shh)
I pulled up with Glock, you hear that sound, oh (bang-bang, bang-bang)
I got five million in each account, oh (account, yeah)
I been makin' money, hear that sound (sound)
I'ma live life the fastest (yeah), I'ma live life the bestest (shut up)
Make sure that would last (ooh, yeah), done wiped my glasses (yeah, uh)
Big ol' buildings (yeah), filled with money (yeah-ah-ah)
Bitch, I'm on campus (Woah), the bigger, the better
In the big bouncy house (ooh), and the bitch just bounce (ooh)
That muh'f*cker die (bitch), make the muh'f*cker cry (Uh)
Make the muh'f*cker slide (phew), and the muh'f*cker die
Bitch, what the f*ck you read? (yeah), this shit livin' or die (yeah-ah)
Give a f*ck what you said (yeah), I don't hear all that cryin' (yeah)
I just been geeked up, bitch, uh
Think it's been around seven nights straight (straight)
I just been geeked up, bitch, uh
You just been sippin' that straight, uh (straight)
I just been geeked up, bitch (huh)
I was sellin' money, makin' pounds, uh
I don't do the talkin', do the ounce (shh, shh, shh, shh)
I pulled up with Glock, you hear that sound, oh (bang-bang, bang-bang)
I got five million in each account, oh (account, yeah)
I been makin' money, hear that sound (sound)
I'ma live life the fastest (yeah), I'ma live life the bestest (shut up)
Make sure that would last (ooh, yeah), done wiped my glasses (yeah, uh)
Big ol' buildings (yeah), filled with money (yeah-ah-ah)
Bitch, I'm on campus (Woah), the bigger, the better
In the big body house (ooh), and the bitch ass bounce (ooh)
That muh'f*cker die (bitch), make the muh'f*cker cry (Uh)
Make the muh'f*cker slide (phew), and the muh'f*cker die
Bitch, what the f*ck you read? (yeah), this shit livin' or die (yeah-ah)
Give a f*ck what you said (yeah), I don't hear all that cryin' (yeah)
In that Jeep, I was slidin'
In my sleep (err), I was fightin'
Everybody tryna take my f*ckin' money, then they dyin' (err)
I been fighting all these f*cking lames, all these f*cking bands
How you turnt 'bout that f*ckin' money you ain't ever had?
Bad, I know you down bad
Know your pockets never been on fat (know your-, never)
Broker than school, yeah, I ran (know your-)
Snitchin' on your friends to the cops, bad guy (know your-)
Paranoid as f*ck, got you dying, that shit- (Woah)
Only thing I crashed bag, at you (yeah)
When I'm forty-five, I could kill forty-five (huh)
Comin' in my house, ain't nothing to check, you finna die, bitch
It's all my shawties, she my favorite, she lick my privates (privates)
Every time I'm happy, I look back and close my eyelids (shh)
I've been livin' on islands (shh-shh)
I've been livin' on islands (every time)
Every drop I'm 'bout to kill a muh'f*cker
Every time I'm 'bout to shoot from the sky
And these muh'f*ckas dying and these muh'f*ckas crying
And these muh'f*ckas lying and these muh'f*ckas slidin', better turn up
(dulio, Lucid, phew)
I just been geeked up, bitch, uh
Think it's been around seven nights straight (straight)
I just been geeked up, bitch, uh
You just been sippin' that straight, uh (straight)
I just been geeked up, bitch (huh)
I was sellin' money, makin' pounds, uh
I don't do the talkin', do the ounce (shh, shh, shh, shh)
I pulled up with Glock, you hear that sound, oh (bang-bang, bang-bang)
I got five million in each account, oh (account, yeah)
I been makin' money, hear that sound (sound)
I'ma live life the fastest (yeah), I'ma live life the bestest (shut up)
Make sure that would last (ooh, yeah), done wiped my glasses (yeah, uh)
Big ol' buildings (yeah), filled with money (yeah-ah-ah)
Bitch, I'm on campus (Woah), the bigger, the better
In the big bouncy house (ooh), and the bitch just bounce (ooh)
That muh'f*cker die (bitch), make the muh'f*cker cry (Uh)
Make the muh'f*cker slide (phew), and the muh'f*cker die
Bitch, what the f*ck you read? (yeah), this shit livin' or die (yeah-ah)
Give a f*ck what you said (yeah), I don't hear all that cryin' (yeah)
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mean feen
Phew
Drunk, yeah, drunk (Uh)
I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top
Told you, "Lean with it," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah
I got lean with it, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got
Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on my nut (My nut)
Yeah, we come 'round, we shootin', slidin' the town
"Where you at?" Ridin' round slamm town (Phew, phew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah)
You broke as hell, got no self-esteem
Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans
What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchys
Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, whip that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin'
If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my f*ckin' Visa
Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me a Moncleezy
Walk around, Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy
Sippin' lean or drinkin' track', the purple be the fizzy
All my money brought inside this bank, I made the federal deposit (Uh, uh, uh)
Walk inside this building, left it leanin', make a fergo closet (Uh, uh, uh)
So much f*ckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet (Uh, uh, uh)
I don't give a f*ck if you say you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh)
Phew
Drunk, yeah, drunk (Uh)
I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top
Told you, "Lean with it," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah
I got lean with it, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got
Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on my nut (My nut)
Yeah, we come 'round, we shootin', slidin' the town
"Where you at?" Ridin' round slamm town (Phew, phew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah)
You broke as hell, got no self-esteem
Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans
What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchys
Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, whip that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin'
If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my f*ckin' Visa
Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me Moncleezy
Walk around, Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy
Sippin' lean or drinkin' track', the purple be the fizzy
All my money brought inside this bank, I made the federal deposit (Uh, uh, uh)
Walk inside this building, left it leanin', make a fergo closet (Uh, uh, uh)
So much f*ckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet (Uh, uh, uh)
I don't give a f*ck if you say you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh)
Drunk, yeah, drunk (Uh)
I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top
Told you, "Lean with it," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah
I got lean with it, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got
Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on my nut (My nut)
Yeah, we come 'round, we shootin', slidin' the town
"Where you at?" Ridin' round slamm town (Phew, phew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah)
You broke as hell, got no self-esteem
Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans
What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchys
Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, whip that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin'
If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my f*ckin' Visa
Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me a Moncleezy
Walk around, Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy
Sippin' lean or drinkin' track', the purple be the fizzy
All my money brought inside this bank, I made the federal deposit (Uh, uh, uh)
Walk inside this building, left it leanin', make a fergo closet (Uh, uh, uh)
So much f*ckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet (Uh, uh, uh)
I don't give a f*ck if you say you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh)
Phew
Drunk, yeah, drunk (Uh)
I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top
Told you, "Lean with it," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah
I got lean with it, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got
Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on my nut (My nut)
Yeah, we come 'round, we shootin', slidin' the town
"Where you at?" Ridin' round slamm town (Phew, phew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah)
You broke as hell, got no self-esteem
Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans
What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchys
Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, whip that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin'
If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my f*ckin' Visa
Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me Moncleezy
Walk around, Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy
Sippin' lean or drinkin' track', the purple be the fizzy
All my money brought inside this bank, I made the federal deposit (Uh, uh, uh)
Walk inside this building, left it leanin', make a fergo closet (Uh, uh, uh)
So much f*ckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet (Uh, uh, uh)
I don't give a f*ck if you say you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh)
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
How it go
Whoa, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
I just like to stack up these knots, that's how it grow
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick (yeah), that how it pole (woo)
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll (woo)
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke (woo)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
We gon' take life slow, we go God speed (yeah)
They ask "How you know?", I'm with them gods B (yeah)
Yeah, I keep stackin' bills like I'm Cosby (yeah)
You said you tryna feel, this gon' cross me
Yeah it cost me two million in cash, I'm flossy
Yeah, I'm bossy, I got fifty million cash, come and cuss me (yeah)
We made pussy do the dash, if he talk to me (we on the move)
No no, I don't smoke no gas, I need perky please (ooh)
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
How you geek? Bitch, I'm super geeked (I'm super geeked)
Yeah, that Rolls Royce sent me up, bitch, yeah, they on they knees (they on they knees)
Yeah, and they beggin' "Please", bitch
I'm ridin' in the Bentley with the leather seats (whoa)
Yeah, they said that they're fresh, but they dress like me
Yeah, I know I been like this since I was seventeen
Whoa, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
I just like to stack up these knots, that's how it grow
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick (yeah), that how it pole (woo)
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll (woo)
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke (woo)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
I need you to throw it down with major channel flow
I just need to go, I just need a mob with the bag with the pole
Stayin', not even followin' my ho (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ridin' in the Tonka, got the, yeah
Yeah, heard 'em got a wacked, got 'em wacked
And I heard that they won't play, they won't give game
All my diamonds extra big, them bitch won't taint
Ask me "What's at stake?", I told 'em "Flank"
Yeah, I been makin' money, move your head before it get stained
Whoa, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
I just like to stack up these knots, that's how it grow
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick (yeah), that how it pole (woo)
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll (woo)
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke (woo)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
We don't take life slow, we go God speed (yeah)
They ask "How you know?", I'm with them gods B (yeah)
Yeah, I keep stackin' bills like I'm Cosby (yeah)
You said you tryna feel, this gon' cross me
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
I just like to stack up these knots, that's how it grow
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick (yeah), that how it pole (woo)
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll (woo)
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke (woo)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
We gon' take life slow, we go God speed (yeah)
They ask "How you know?", I'm with them gods B (yeah)
Yeah, I keep stackin' bills like I'm Cosby (yeah)
You said you tryna feel, this gon' cross me
Yeah it cost me two million in cash, I'm flossy
Yeah, I'm bossy, I got fifty million cash, come and cuss me (yeah)
We made pussy do the dash, if he talk to me (we on the move)
No no, I don't smoke no gas, I need perky please (ooh)
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
How you geek? Bitch, I'm super geeked (I'm super geeked)
Yeah, that Rolls Royce sent me up, bitch, yeah, they on they knees (they on they knees)
Yeah, and they beggin' "Please", bitch
I'm ridin' in the Bentley with the leather seats (whoa)
Yeah, they said that they're fresh, but they dress like me
Yeah, I know I been like this since I was seventeen
Whoa, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
I just like to stack up these knots, that's how it grow
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick (yeah), that how it pole (woo)
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll (woo)
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke (woo)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
I need you to throw it down with major channel flow
I just need to go, I just need a mob with the bag with the pole
Stayin', not even followin' my ho (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ridin' in the Tonka, got the, yeah
Yeah, heard 'em got a wacked, got 'em wacked
And I heard that they won't play, they won't give game
All my diamonds extra big, them bitch won't taint
Ask me "What's at stake?", I told 'em "Flank"
Yeah, I been makin' money, move your head before it get stained
Whoa, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
I just like to stack up these knots, that's how it grow
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick (yeah), that how it pole (woo)
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll (woo)
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke (woo)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
We don't take life slow, we go God speed (yeah)
They ask "How you know?", I'm with them gods B (yeah)
Yeah, I keep stackin' bills like I'm Cosby (yeah)
You said you tryna feel, this gon' cross me
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC
Sum 2 do
(woo, woo)
Yeah, I'm shakin' that bitch
I don't got no f*ckin' limit, lil' bitch, I been runnin' that motherf*ckin' blitz (ha)
We don't be needin' security, bitch, I'm gon' ride around, give us them sticks (I'm working on dying)
'Cause if you gon' f*ck around, if you gon' f*ck around with us, yo' ass just gon' get blitzed (BNYX)
I'm at the back and still don't give no shits
F*ck that bitch, they f*ck with the kid, they pricks, ha
Sittin' pretty, my money so damn tall, yeah
Move so much, I got feelin' withdrawal
I don't f*ck with none of these rappers, yeah, they suck my dick
I was just here selling glass, but I been sellin' loud (loud)
Send yo' ass a f*ckin' picture of your f*ckin' crib
I don't even give no f*ck you said, I don't even wanna hear it
Revin' this bitch, I been slangin' this bitch, I been swervin' this bitch out the Urus
Take me the plane, then I hop on the Perc', but these bitches be pull up embarrassed (err, burp)
In they real life, they work their whole life, but we don't talk these motherf*ckin' parents (hello)
We don't be givin' no f*cks what they sayin', they motherf*ckers really embarrassed (It's said)
Yeah (I-I'm), swervin' them bitches, swervin' down 92 (two)
Yeah, pull off on the cops, it's fun, just somethin' to do (I-I'm, swerve)
Yeah, I made me some millions, bitch, I done lost my cool (I-I'm working on dying)
Yeah, new chain from Moss, this bitch is swimmin' a pool (BNYX), ha, ha
Yeah, lil' bitch, I live on the uh, I live on the moon, yeah (live on the moon)
Yeah, got a big ol' stick and a AR in my room (Stick in my room)
Yeah, pull off in the Lamb' and the bitches just say, "Zoom" (just say "Zoom")
And f*ck what you said, we don't even gotta assume (Gotta assume, I-I'm, woo-woo-woo)
Yeah, I'm shakin' that bitch
I don't got no f*ckin' limit, lil' bitch, I been runnin' that motherf*ckin' blitz (ha)
We don't be needin' security, bitch, I'm gon' ride around, give us them sticks (I'm working on dying)
'Cause if you gon' f*ck around, if you gon' f*ck around with us, yo' ass just gon' get blitzed (BNYX)
I'm at the back and still don't give no shits
F*ck that bitch, they f*ck with the kid, they pricks, ha
Sittin' pretty, my money so damn tall, yeah
Move so much, I got feelin' withdrawal
I don't f*ck with none of these rappers, yeah, they suck my dick
I was just here selling glass, but I been sellin' loud (loud)
Send yo' ass a f*ckin' picture of your f*ckin' crib
I don't even give no f*ck you said, I don't even wanna hear it
Revin' this bitch, I been slangin' this bitch, I been swervin' this bitch out the Urus
Take me the plane, then I hop on the Perc', but these bitches be pull up embarrassed (err, burp)
In they real life, they work their whole life, but we don't talk these motherf*ckin' parents (hello)
We don't be givin' no f*cks what they sayin', they motherf*ckers really embarrassed (it's said)
Yeah (I-I'm), swervin' them bitches, swervin' down 92 (two)
Yeah, pull off on the cops, it's fun, just somethin' to do (I-I'm, swerve)
Yeah, I made me some millions, bitch, I done lost my cool (I-I'm working on dying, Hey)
Yeah, new chain from Moss, this bitch is swimmin' a pool (BNYX)
Yeah, I'm shakin' that bitch
I don't got no f*ckin' limit, lil' bitch, I been runnin' that motherf*ckin' blitz (ha)
We don't be needin' security, bitch, I'm gon' ride around, give us them sticks (I'm working on dying)
'Cause if you gon' f*ck around, if you gon' f*ck around with us, yo' ass just gon' get blitzed (BNYX)
I'm at the back and still don't give no shits
F*ck that bitch, they f*ck with the kid, they pricks, ha
Sittin' pretty, my money so damn tall, yeah
Move so much, I got feelin' withdrawal
I don't f*ck with none of these rappers, yeah, they suck my dick
I was just here selling glass, but I been sellin' loud (loud)
Send yo' ass a f*ckin' picture of your f*ckin' crib
I don't even give no f*ck you said, I don't even wanna hear it
Revin' this bitch, I been slangin' this bitch, I been swervin' this bitch out the Urus
Take me the plane, then I hop on the Perc', but these bitches be pull up embarrassed (err, burp)
In they real life, they work their whole life, but we don't talk these motherf*ckin' parents (hello)
We don't be givin' no f*cks what they sayin', they motherf*ckers really embarrassed (It's said)
Yeah (I-I'm), swervin' them bitches, swervin' down 92 (two)
Yeah, pull off on the cops, it's fun, just somethin' to do (I-I'm, swerve)
Yeah, I made me some millions, bitch, I done lost my cool (I-I'm working on dying)
Yeah, new chain from Moss, this bitch is swimmin' a pool (BNYX), ha, ha
Yeah, lil' bitch, I live on the uh, I live on the moon, yeah (live on the moon)
Yeah, got a big ol' stick and a AR in my room (Stick in my room)
Yeah, pull off in the Lamb' and the bitches just say, "Zoom" (just say "Zoom")
And f*ck what you said, we don't even gotta assume (Gotta assume, I-I'm, woo-woo-woo)
Yeah, I'm shakin' that bitch
I don't got no f*ckin' limit, lil' bitch, I been runnin' that motherf*ckin' blitz (ha)
We don't be needin' security, bitch, I'm gon' ride around, give us them sticks (I'm working on dying)
'Cause if you gon' f*ck around, if you gon' f*ck around with us, yo' ass just gon' get blitzed (BNYX)
I'm at the back and still don't give no shits
F*ck that bitch, they f*ck with the kid, they pricks, ha
Sittin' pretty, my money so damn tall, yeah
Move so much, I got feelin' withdrawal
I don't f*ck with none of these rappers, yeah, they suck my dick
I was just here selling glass, but I been sellin' loud (loud)
Send yo' ass a f*ckin' picture of your f*ckin' crib
I don't even give no f*ck you said, I don't even wanna hear it
Revin' this bitch, I been slangin' this bitch, I been swervin' this bitch out the Urus
Take me the plane, then I hop on the Perc', but these bitches be pull up embarrassed (err, burp)
In they real life, they work their whole life, but we don't talk these motherf*ckin' parents (hello)
We don't be givin' no f*cks what they sayin', they motherf*ckers really embarrassed (it's said)
Yeah (I-I'm), swervin' them bitches, swervin' down 92 (two)
Yeah, pull off on the cops, it's fun, just somethin' to do (I-I'm, swerve)
Yeah, I made me some millions, bitch, I done lost my cool (I-I'm working on dying, Hey)
Yeah, new chain from Moss, this bitch is swimmin' a pool (BNYX)
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Back up
(Soloin)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Got a hitter on my left hand, my best friend, I'm gon fight for them)
(Back 'gain on the Percs again, it's like five a.m.)
Back 'gain, on the Percs again, bitch, I'm back up back on the thotty (woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, itch, you gotta back up (woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb', I done did a chase from the cops (skrrt)
Every time they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, f*ck a thot (yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop (flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, and it never stops (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the (building
Yeah, they (wanna dance on the kid (yeah)
Rack (yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (yeah)
Yeah, can't f*ck with the feds, it's said (huh, yeah)
I brought a bitch on a flat (huh, yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen (beds (ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it (with lead (ha)
Slatt, slatt (slatt)
In the Urus, they ridin', no Cat (skrrt)
I just pulled up and doubled the MAC (luh MAC)
I got bread on me, baby, it's fast (huh)
All of my brothers, they rich just to flex (luh flex)
All of my diamonds, my neck (luh neck)
Call up Lil Uzi, what's next?
Told 'em I'm droppin an album, it's wraps
Wraps, yeah wraps, yeah
Back 'gain, on the Percs again, bitch, I'm back up back on the thotty (woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, bitch, you gotta back up (woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb', I done did a chase from the cops (skrrt)
Every time they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, f*ck a thot (yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop (flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, and it never stops (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in pu(blic (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in pu(blic, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the (building
Yeah, they (wanna dance on the kid (yeah)
Rack (yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (yeah)
Yeah, can't f*ck (with the feds, it's said (huh, yeah)
I brought a bitch on a flat (huh, yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen beds (ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it with lead (ha)
Slatt (slatt)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Got a hitter on my left hand, my best friend, I'm gon fight for them)
(Back 'gain on the Percs again, it's like five a.m.)
Back 'gain, on the Percs again, bitch, I'm back up back on the thotty (woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, itch, you gotta back up (woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb', I done did a chase from the cops (skrrt)
Every time they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, f*ck a thot (yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop (flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, and it never stops (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the (building
Yeah, they (wanna dance on the kid (yeah)
Rack (yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (yeah)
Yeah, can't f*ck with the feds, it's said (huh, yeah)
I brought a bitch on a flat (huh, yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen (beds (ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it (with lead (ha)
Slatt, slatt (slatt)
In the Urus, they ridin', no Cat (skrrt)
I just pulled up and doubled the MAC (luh MAC)
I got bread on me, baby, it's fast (huh)
All of my brothers, they rich just to flex (luh flex)
All of my diamonds, my neck (luh neck)
Call up Lil Uzi, what's next?
Told 'em I'm droppin an album, it's wraps
Wraps, yeah wraps, yeah
Back 'gain, on the Percs again, bitch, I'm back up back on the thotty (woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, bitch, you gotta back up (woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb', I done did a chase from the cops (skrrt)
Every time they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, f*ck a thot (yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop (flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, and it never stops (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in pu(blic (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in pu(blic, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the (building
Yeah, they (wanna dance on the kid (yeah)
Rack (yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (yeah)
Yeah, can't f*ck (with the feds, it's said (huh, yeah)
I brought a bitch on a flat (huh, yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen beds (ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it with lead (ha)
Slatt (slatt)
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Split
Bentley, I want Bentley, I want- (uh, yeah)
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
I want Bentley, I want money
I want Bentley, I want money
I want Bentley, I want money
I walk in they want my money
All they want is something from me
Got this motherf*ckin' money
I got millions, I got money
I'm in this muhf*ckin' drop top, big cat, drop top, bitch I'm swerving the cat (ah)
Woo, yeah (ah)
Bih' want my money, I said "Yeah, that's something funny"
I done told you, I got money
I got a whole lotta shit that's coming
I gone crazy, I got this money
I got a whole lot of shit, not runny
F*ck with nobody, I got hella shit on the way I got my Tonka
Got good shit got this motherf*cker birthday
I got a whole lot of shit got a whole lot of
I just been swerving that bitch out the (phew, yeah)
I just been swerving my way out the deli
I just been swerving, I got me the Lamb'
I'm rockin', and talkin' give a f*ck what they say
Give a f*ck what they say, I don't make no mistakes I got lotta money, I live on the lake
I got this lil' mansion, give f*ck what they say got a motherf*ckin' Glock and this motherf*cker spray
The motherf*ckin' racks boutta fall out my pants put the motherf*ckin' choppa up, hit in his face
I got a whole lot of this motherf*ckin' money, got views, got feels, got chills, got A's
I made deal for a bill today, got this tonka, it's swerving, I'm f*cking insane
I got a whole lot of motherf*ckin' bankroll bitch got a whole lot of motherf*ckin' shit (yeah)
Bentley, I want Bentley, I want- (uh, yeah)
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
I want Bentley, I want money
I want Bentley, I want money
I want Bentley, I want money
I walk in they want my money
All they want is something from me
Got this motherf*cking money
I got millions, I got money
I'm in this muhf*ckin' drop top, big cat, drop top, bitch I'm swerving the cat (Ah)
Woo, yeah (ah)
Bih' want my money, I said "Yeah, that's something funny"
I done told you, I got money
I got a whole lotta shit that's coming
I gone crazy, I got this money
I got a whole lot of shit not runny
F*ck with nobody, I got hella shit on the way I got my tonka
Got good shit got this motherf*cker birthday
I got a whole lot of shit got a whole lot of
I just been swerving that bitch out the (phew, yeah)
I just been swerving my way out the deli
I just been swerving, I got the Lamb'
I'm rockin', and talkin' give a f*ck what they say
Give a f*ck what they say, I don't make no mistakes I got lotta money, I live on the lake
I got this lil' mansion, give f*ck what they say got a motherf*ckin' Glock and this motherf*cker spray
The motherf*ckin' racks boutta fall out my pants put the motherf*ckin' choppa up, hit in his face
I got a whole lot of this motherf*ckin' money, got views, got feels, got chills got A's
I made deal for a bill today, got this tonka, it's swerving, I'm f*cking insane
I got a whole lot of motherf*ckin' bankroll bitch got a whole lot of motherf*ckin' shit
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
I want Bentley, I want money
I want Bentley, I want money
I want Bentley, I want money
I walk in they want my money
All they want is something from me
Got this motherf*ckin' money
I got millions, I got money
I'm in this muhf*ckin' drop top, big cat, drop top, bitch I'm swerving the cat (ah)
Woo, yeah (ah)
Bih' want my money, I said "Yeah, that's something funny"
I done told you, I got money
I got a whole lotta shit that's coming
I gone crazy, I got this money
I got a whole lot of shit, not runny
F*ck with nobody, I got hella shit on the way I got my Tonka
Got good shit got this motherf*cker birthday
I got a whole lot of shit got a whole lot of
I just been swerving that bitch out the (phew, yeah)
I just been swerving my way out the deli
I just been swerving, I got me the Lamb'
I'm rockin', and talkin' give a f*ck what they say
Give a f*ck what they say, I don't make no mistakes I got lotta money, I live on the lake
I got this lil' mansion, give f*ck what they say got a motherf*ckin' Glock and this motherf*cker spray
The motherf*ckin' racks boutta fall out my pants put the motherf*ckin' choppa up, hit in his face
I got a whole lot of this motherf*ckin' money, got views, got feels, got chills, got A's
I made deal for a bill today, got this tonka, it's swerving, I'm f*cking insane
I got a whole lot of motherf*ckin' bankroll bitch got a whole lot of motherf*ckin' shit (yeah)
Bentley, I want Bentley, I want- (uh, yeah)
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
I want Bentley, I want money
I want Bentley, I want money
I want Bentley, I want money
I walk in they want my money
All they want is something from me
Got this motherf*cking money
I got millions, I got money
I'm in this muhf*ckin' drop top, big cat, drop top, bitch I'm swerving the cat (Ah)
Woo, yeah (ah)
Bih' want my money, I said "Yeah, that's something funny"
I done told you, I got money
I got a whole lotta shit that's coming
I gone crazy, I got this money
I got a whole lot of shit not runny
F*ck with nobody, I got hella shit on the way I got my tonka
Got good shit got this motherf*cker birthday
I got a whole lot of shit got a whole lot of
I just been swerving that bitch out the (phew, yeah)
I just been swerving my way out the deli
I just been swerving, I got the Lamb'
I'm rockin', and talkin' give a f*ck what they say
Give a f*ck what they say, I don't make no mistakes I got lotta money, I live on the lake
I got this lil' mansion, give f*ck what they say got a motherf*ckin' Glock and this motherf*cker spray
The motherf*ckin' racks boutta fall out my pants put the motherf*ckin' choppa up, hit in his face
I got a whole lot of this motherf*ckin' money, got views, got feels, got chills got A's
I made deal for a bill today, got this tonka, it's swerving, I'm f*cking insane
I got a whole lot of motherf*ckin' bankroll bitch got a whole lot of motherf*ckin' shit
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bad bend / DeMON
(Slime time)
(I'm on a bad bend, when I'm on that time)
(Yeah, pull up on me, yeah, slime time)
(Run this one up)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'm on a bend like, "Wassup?" (Bend like wassup)
I'm on a bad bend on these pills, man, and this shit don't stop (I'm on a bad bend)
I pop a pill man, pop a Perc', man, man, this shit don't pop (percocet)
I drop a big album every time, I do, and shit don't flop (that shit be floppin')
Yeah, do this all the time (wah), demons on my line (hol' up, hol' up)
I got money, I got money all the time (oh, oh oh, hol' up)
I don't give f*cks, I'm saying, so I do this all the time, huh
I do whatever I want, huh, I do whatever I want, yeah (what)
'Bout to go back to back, bitch, album like every damn month (yes)
Huh, I got a slime of the month, huh
It's bout that time of the month, yeah (time of the- What?)
I feel like makin' a beat, bitch so I make me this beat (I made it, hoe)
We finna get you deceased (tch)
We finna call up the fleet (bah)
Shoot his ass up, it's a scrimmage (bop bop)
Uh, hit him, "bye-bye", on his feet (yeah)
Now they only walkin' in they sleep, huh
Michael Jack, walk on my feet (miney)
I'm gonna walk on the beat (walk on the)
I'm 'bout the turn up the sheep (luh turn up, sheep)
I got demons on my mind, demons on my line (line)
Every song I call him on my phone, I know he lyin' (everytime)
You don't know the song, so I told you every time
And you know I'm ballin', had to score, you know that's fine
I'm in that slime time with that GLE Tonka, that big body rip out the curb, and it's swerving a (what?)
I ain't ever heard no shit from a pussy, lil' bitch, you best know that I heard enough (heard enough)
Pull up with Glocks, and we shoot his ass up, he gon' die, we gon' fire and muh'f*ckin' burn him up
I made a mil' every day of this month, and, lil' bitch, you know that I'm rich, that's what you heard of
Do this all the time (wah), demons on my line (hol' up, hol' up)
I got money, I got money all the time (oh, oh oh)
I don't give f*cks, I'm saying, so I do this all the time
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'm on a bend like, "What's up?"
I'm on a bad bend on these pills, man, and this shit don't stop
I pop a pill man, pop a Perc', man, man, this shit don't pop (percocet)
I drop a big album every time, I do, and shit don't flop (that shit don't be floppin')
I do whatever I want, huh, I do whatever I want, yeah
'Bout to go back to back, bitch, album like everyday month (bitches)
Huh, I got a slime of the month, huh
It's bout that time of the month, yeah (time of the- What?)
I feel like makin' a beat, bitch, so I make me this beat (I made it, hoe)
We finna get you deceased (tch)
We finna call up the fleet (bah)
Shoot his ass up, it's a scrimmage (bop bop)
Uh, hit him, "bye-bye", on his feet (yeah)
Now they only walkin' in they sleep, huh
Michael Jack, walk on my feet (miney)
I'm gonna walk on the beat
I'm 'bout the turn up the sheep (luh turn up, sheep)
I got demons on my mind, demons on my line (line)
Every song I call him on my phone, I know he lyin' (everytime)
You don't know the song, so I told you every time
And you know I'm ballin', had to score, you know that's fine
(I'm on a bad bend, when I'm on that time)
(Yeah, pull up on me, yeah, slime time)
(Run this one up)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'm on a bend like, "Wassup?" (Bend like wassup)
I'm on a bad bend on these pills, man, and this shit don't stop (I'm on a bad bend)
I pop a pill man, pop a Perc', man, man, this shit don't pop (percocet)
I drop a big album every time, I do, and shit don't flop (that shit be floppin')
Yeah, do this all the time (wah), demons on my line (hol' up, hol' up)
I got money, I got money all the time (oh, oh oh, hol' up)
I don't give f*cks, I'm saying, so I do this all the time, huh
I do whatever I want, huh, I do whatever I want, yeah (what)
'Bout to go back to back, bitch, album like every damn month (yes)
Huh, I got a slime of the month, huh
It's bout that time of the month, yeah (time of the- What?)
I feel like makin' a beat, bitch so I make me this beat (I made it, hoe)
We finna get you deceased (tch)
We finna call up the fleet (bah)
Shoot his ass up, it's a scrimmage (bop bop)
Uh, hit him, "bye-bye", on his feet (yeah)
Now they only walkin' in they sleep, huh
Michael Jack, walk on my feet (miney)
I'm gonna walk on the beat (walk on the)
I'm 'bout the turn up the sheep (luh turn up, sheep)
I got demons on my mind, demons on my line (line)
Every song I call him on my phone, I know he lyin' (everytime)
You don't know the song, so I told you every time
And you know I'm ballin', had to score, you know that's fine
I'm in that slime time with that GLE Tonka, that big body rip out the curb, and it's swerving a (what?)
I ain't ever heard no shit from a pussy, lil' bitch, you best know that I heard enough (heard enough)
Pull up with Glocks, and we shoot his ass up, he gon' die, we gon' fire and muh'f*ckin' burn him up
I made a mil' every day of this month, and, lil' bitch, you know that I'm rich, that's what you heard of
Do this all the time (wah), demons on my line (hol' up, hol' up)
I got money, I got money all the time (oh, oh oh)
I don't give f*cks, I'm saying, so I do this all the time
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'm on a bend like, "What's up?"
I'm on a bad bend on these pills, man, and this shit don't stop
I pop a pill man, pop a Perc', man, man, this shit don't pop (percocet)
I drop a big album every time, I do, and shit don't flop (that shit don't be floppin')
I do whatever I want, huh, I do whatever I want, yeah
'Bout to go back to back, bitch, album like everyday month (bitches)
Huh, I got a slime of the month, huh
It's bout that time of the month, yeah (time of the- What?)
I feel like makin' a beat, bitch, so I make me this beat (I made it, hoe)
We finna get you deceased (tch)
We finna call up the fleet (bah)
Shoot his ass up, it's a scrimmage (bop bop)
Uh, hit him, "bye-bye", on his feet (yeah)
Now they only walkin' in they sleep, huh
Michael Jack, walk on my feet (miney)
I'm gonna walk on the beat
I'm 'bout the turn up the sheep (luh turn up, sheep)
I got demons on my mind, demons on my line (line)
Every song I call him on my phone, I know he lyin' (everytime)
You don't know the song, so I told you every time
And you know I'm ballin', had to score, you know that's fine
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Heavyweight
(Ah-woo, ah-woo, ah)
I hold my weight (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Bitch ridin' in the tonka, it's a heavyweight champion (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ckin' on this bitch, she suckin' dick, she like a mannequin (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo), yeah, f*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Hey, f*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo), f*ck your feelings up (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ck your feelings up (feelings up, ah-woo, ah-woo), f*ck your feelings up (feelings up, ah-woo, ah-woo)
7.62 leave him (7.62 leave him, ah-woo, ah-woo), 7.62 leave him cut (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo), ah (ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo), ah (ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo), ah (ah-woo)
A lil' cut, a lil' cut in this (ah-woo, ah-woo)
I push bands, I push buttons (ah-woo, ah-woo)
We gon' chop him and split, chop in the fence (ah-woo, ah-woo)
We gon' cuff it and kill, choppin' they bunyons (ah-woo, ah-woo)
We don't give a f*ck who it is, we'll come in they mad feels (ah-woo, ah-woo)
I caught a lil' flood, ayy, I got my drugs in (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Yeah, f*ck what you say, I live on the bad end (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Yeah, I came in with money, this shit would not end (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Yeah, I'm gettin' that top, I'm gettin' that noggin (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Yeah, I'm with that bad lil' bitch, I'm noddin' off (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Hold up, bitch, I don't give no shits (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Yeah, I won't plead the fifth (shh, shh, shh, ah-woo, ah-woo)
Uh, we don't talk, we don't snitch (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Uh, we don't cooperate with bitches (ah-woo, ah-woo)
(Ah-woo, ah-woo, ah)
I hold my weight (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Bitch ridin' in the tonka, it's a heavyweight champion (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ckin' on this bitch, she suckin' dick, she like a mannequin (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo), yeah, f*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Hey, f*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo), f*ck your feelings up (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ck your feelings up (feelings up, ah-woo, ah-woo), f*ck your feelings up (feelings up, ah-woo, ah-woo)
7.62 leave him (7.62 leave him, ah-woo, ah-woo), 7.62 leave him cut (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo), ah (ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo), ah (ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo, ah-woo)
I hold my weight (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Bitch ridin' in the tonka, it's a heavyweight champion (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ckin' on this bitch, she suckin' dick, she like a mannequin (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo), yeah, f*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Hey, f*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo), f*ck your feelings up (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ck your feelings up (feelings up, ah-woo, ah-woo), f*ck your feelings up (feelings up, ah-woo, ah-woo)
7.62 leave him (7.62 leave him, ah-woo, ah-woo), 7.62 leave him cut (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo), ah (ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo), ah (ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo), ah (ah-woo)
A lil' cut, a lil' cut in this (ah-woo, ah-woo)
I push bands, I push buttons (ah-woo, ah-woo)
We gon' chop him and split, chop in the fence (ah-woo, ah-woo)
We gon' cuff it and kill, choppin' they bunyons (ah-woo, ah-woo)
We don't give a f*ck who it is, we'll come in they mad feels (ah-woo, ah-woo)
I caught a lil' flood, ayy, I got my drugs in (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Yeah, f*ck what you say, I live on the bad end (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Yeah, I came in with money, this shit would not end (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Yeah, I'm gettin' that top, I'm gettin' that noggin (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Yeah, I'm with that bad lil' bitch, I'm noddin' off (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Hold up, bitch, I don't give no shits (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Yeah, I won't plead the fifth (shh, shh, shh, ah-woo, ah-woo)
Uh, we don't talk, we don't snitch (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Uh, we don't cooperate with bitches (ah-woo, ah-woo)
(Ah-woo, ah-woo, ah)
I hold my weight (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Bitch ridin' in the tonka, it's a heavyweight champion (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ckin' on this bitch, she suckin' dick, she like a mannequin (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo), yeah, f*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Hey, f*ck your feelings (ah-woo, ah-woo), f*ck your feelings up (ah-woo, ah-woo)
F*ck your feelings up (feelings up, ah-woo, ah-woo), f*ck your feelings up (feelings up, ah-woo, ah-woo)
7.62 leave him (7.62 leave him, ah-woo, ah-woo), 7.62 leave him cut (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo), ah (ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo), ah (ah-woo)
Ah (ah-woo, ah-woo)
Writer: Noah Smith, Ethan Andrade, Arman Andican
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Watch
I wanna slide in the Wraith
When that bitch saw that body, she unf*cked and bended her booty
I'm ridin' that coupe, that motherf*cker shoot
And then boom, and then boom, and then bang
I just pulled up in the end of the 24/7, that big body crank, yeah
Bitch, I'm as high as a crane, I'm as hot as a flame
Don't f*ck with the gang, bitch, yeah
I'm ridin' in the six, big body, big body boolin', hit my, yeah
I just f*cked on that lil' bitch
She suckin' my dick and she callin' him daddy, yeah
I just pulled up in that big body Tonka
Lil' bitch, you best know what I'm havin', racks
Yeah, big old banks, big old bench
You want Actavis stuffed in the grass
I pull up, an arm and a limb, I pull up, an arm and a hand
Pull an arm and a hand, pull up with arm and a hand
They givin' the shoes the blam, the big body bang
Bullet like planes in the sky, know that I'm high, bitch, I'm fly
I'm swervin' and they wanna slide
We f*ckin' ride in the motherf*ckin'
Yeah, I could do it all night, do it from top to the bottom, I'll do it
I got the gun with the lock, I got some crank in my sock
Bitch, when the hell did I flop? Bitch, when the hell did I stop?
You know every time that I drop, all of you motherf*ckers watch (yeah)
So I'ma call this song "Watch," call this song "Sit back and watch"
Bitch, I got plenty of rock, bitch, I got baguettes on watch
I've just been stretchin' my cup up, I've just been sippin' on Wock'
I don't even feel like drop, she ripped that Tee and her top
I don't even feel like drop, she ripped that Tee and her top (ah)
I wanna slide in the Wraith
When that bitch saw that body, she unf*cked and bended her booty
I'm ridin' that coupe, that motherf*cker shoot
And then boom, and then boom, and then bang
I just pulled up in the end of the 24/7, that big body crank, yeah
Bitch, I'm as high as a crane, I'm as hot as a flame
Don't f*ck with the gang, bitch, yeah
I'm ridin' in the six, big body, big body boolin', hit my, yeah
I just f*cked on that lil' bitch
She suckin' my dick and she callin' him daddy, yeah
I just pulled up in that big body Tonka
Lil' bitch, you best know what I'm havin', racks
Yeah, big old banks, big old bench
You want Actavis stuffed in the grass
I pull up, an arm and a limb, I pull up, an arm and a hand
Pull an arm and a hand, pull up with arm and a hand
When that bitch saw that body, she unf*cked and bended her booty
I'm ridin' that coupe, that motherf*cker shoot
And then boom, and then boom, and then bang
I just pulled up in the end of the 24/7, that big body crank, yeah
Bitch, I'm as high as a crane, I'm as hot as a flame
Don't f*ck with the gang, bitch, yeah
I'm ridin' in the six, big body, big body boolin', hit my, yeah
I just f*cked on that lil' bitch
She suckin' my dick and she callin' him daddy, yeah
I just pulled up in that big body Tonka
Lil' bitch, you best know what I'm havin', racks
Yeah, big old banks, big old bench
You want Actavis stuffed in the grass
I pull up, an arm and a limb, I pull up, an arm and a hand
Pull an arm and a hand, pull up with arm and a hand
They givin' the shoes the blam, the big body bang
Bullet like planes in the sky, know that I'm high, bitch, I'm fly
I'm swervin' and they wanna slide
We f*ckin' ride in the motherf*ckin'
Yeah, I could do it all night, do it from top to the bottom, I'll do it
I got the gun with the lock, I got some crank in my sock
Bitch, when the hell did I flop? Bitch, when the hell did I stop?
You know every time that I drop, all of you motherf*ckers watch (yeah)
So I'ma call this song "Watch," call this song "Sit back and watch"
Bitch, I got plenty of rock, bitch, I got baguettes on watch
I've just been stretchin' my cup up, I've just been sippin' on Wock'
I don't even feel like drop, she ripped that Tee and her top
I don't even feel like drop, she ripped that Tee and her top (ah)
I wanna slide in the Wraith
When that bitch saw that body, she unf*cked and bended her booty
I'm ridin' that coupe, that motherf*cker shoot
And then boom, and then boom, and then bang
I just pulled up in the end of the 24/7, that big body crank, yeah
Bitch, I'm as high as a crane, I'm as hot as a flame
Don't f*ck with the gang, bitch, yeah
I'm ridin' in the six, big body, big body boolin', hit my, yeah
I just f*cked on that lil' bitch
She suckin' my dick and she callin' him daddy, yeah
I just pulled up in that big body Tonka
Lil' bitch, you best know what I'm havin', racks
Yeah, big old banks, big old bench
You want Actavis stuffed in the grass
I pull up, an arm and a limb, I pull up, an arm and a hand
Pull an arm and a hand, pull up with arm and a hand
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shhhh
D-dkanee
Hol' up
Bullets make you spread, make you dead, cut yo' head (hol' up)
Pull up, ice is fled, no need no coupe, watch you sled (uh)
Diamonds on my body, watch 'em dance and watch 'em flip (flip, skrrt)
In a frog-eyed bentley, pull off on the feds, hol' up (skrrt)
I was just swervin' and divin' the feds (hol' up)
Couple of pills and the blick in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol' up (dkanee)
Cut off your motherf*ckin' ties, your head, your neck, your motherf*ckin' back (shh)
Said I'm takin' a break, but I pull up, lil' bitch, it's time to attack
(Woo)
We aim for your head, if you gon' die, you die
Chopper this big, yeah
Chop up your wig, gon' chop up ya (shh, shh, shh)
I'm in the cullinan, pullin' that bitch off the lot, I'm motherf*ckin' tellin' ya
Couldn't decide with the benz, and if we not friends, I never could tell ya (what? What? What? What?)
I was just swervin' the lanes in the motherf*ckin' benz, I never could tell ya (shh, d-dkanee)
I ain't even f*ck with nobody, I count up my money, I never could feel you (yeah)
Yeah, I ran up my money to twenty ms, bitch, I'm nowhere near you (uh)
Yeah, I took this shit to outer-space, bitch, yeah, I'm nowhere near you (hold on, hold on)
Yeah, I'm poppin' the x again, really I'm off of the hoes til' I feel again (yeah)
For a little of faucet money, we can fill your bag, yeah, we can bring you in (ah)
Twenty fifty-fifty f*ckin' seven, yeah, security like the president (f*ckin' seven)
Everything on us designer, the watch, the frames, everything is elegant (yo)
I really hate everybody, lil' bitch, I'm evil, call me f*ckin' resident (d-dkanee, yeah)
I mix the syrup with soda, yeah, and I had to mix it, lil' bitch (luh syrup)
This shit like hocus pocus, tryna get your money, bitch, you turn to a fan (yeah)
Pull up on advance, pull off with the mans
I'm rocking a birkin, bitch, it's no hermes
Yeah, do what I said, it still don't make sense
I pop a hundred perkies, bitch, when I land
Pull up to japan, they copy my trend
I'm f*ckin' my money, I flew it to france
Hol' up, hol' up, I told 'em, "do that shit again" (yeah)
Yeah
Pull up, ice is fled, no need no coupe, watch you sled (uh)
Diamonds on my body, watch 'em dance and watch 'em flip (flip, skrrt)
In a frog-eyed bentley, pull off on the feds, hol' up (skrrt)
I was just swervin' and divin' the feds (hol' up)
Couple of pills and the blick in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol' up (dkanee)
Cut off your motherf*ckin' ties, your head, your neck, your motherf*ckin' back (shh)
Said I'm takin' a break, but I pull up, lil' bitch, it's time to attack
(Woo)
We aim for your head, if you gon' die, you die
Chopper this big, yeah
Chop up your wig, gon' chop up ya (shh, shh, shh)
I'm in the cullinan, pullin' that bitch off the lot, I'm motherf*ckin' tellin' ya
Couldn't decide with the benz, and if we not friends, I never could tell ya (what? What? What? What?)
I was just swervin' the lanes in the motherf*ckin' benz, I never could tell ya (shh, d-dkanee)
I ain't even f*ck with nobody, I count up my money, I never could feel you (yeah)
Yeah, I ran up my money to twenty ms, bitch, I'm nowhere near you (uh)
Yeah, I took this shit to outer-space, bitch, yeah, I'm nowhere near you (hold on, hold on)
Yeah, I'm poppin' the x again, really I'm off of the hose til' I feel again (yeah)
For a little of faucet money, we can fill your bag, yeah, we can bring you in (ah)
Twenty fifty-fifty f*ckin' seven, yeah, security like the president (f*ckin' seven)
Everything on us designer, the watch, the frames, everything is elegant (yo)
I really hate everybody, lil' bitch, I'm evil, call me f*ckin' resident (d-dkanee, yeah)
I mix the syrup with soda, yeah, and I had to mix it, lil' bitch (luh syrup)
This shit like hocus pocus, tryna get your money, bitch, you turn to a fan (yeah)
Pull up on advance, pull off with the mans
I'm rocking a birkin, bitch, it's no hermes
Yeah, do what I said, it still don't make sense
I pop a hundred perkies, bitch, when I land
Pull up to japan, they copy my trend
I'm f*ckin' my money, I flew it to france
Hol' up hol' up, I told 'em, "do that shit again"
D-dkanee
Hol' up
Bullets make you spread, make you dead, cut yo' head (hol' up)
Pull up, ice is fled, no need no coupe, watch you sled (uh)
Diamonds on my body, watch 'em dance and watch 'em flip (flip, skrrt)
In a frog-eyed bentley, pull off on the feds, hol' up (skrrt)
I was just swervin' and divin' the feds (hol' up)
Couple of pills and the blick in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol' up (dkanee)
Cut off your motherf*ckin' ties, your head, your neck, your motherf*ckin' back (shh)
Said I'm takin' a break, but I pull up, lil' bitch, it's time to attack
(Woo)
We aim for your head, if you gon' die, you die
Chopper this big, yeah
Chop up your wig, gon' chop up ya (shh, shh, shh)
I'm in the cullinan, pullin' that bitch off the lot, I'm motherf*ckin' tellin' ya
Couldn't decide with the benz, and if we not friends, I never could tell ya (what? What? What? What?)
I was just swervin' the lanes in the motherf*ckin' benz, I never could tell ya (shh, d-dkanee)
I ain't even f*ck with nobody, I count up my money, I never could feel you (yeah)
Yeah, I ran up my money to twenty ms, bitch, I'm nowhere near you (uh)
Yeah, I took this shit to outer-space, bitch, yeah, I'm nowhere near you (hold on, hold on)
Yeah, I'm poppin' the x again, really I'm off of the hoes til' I feel again (yeah)
For a little of faucet money, we can fill your bag, yeah, we can bring you in (ah)
Twenty fifty-fifty f*ckin' seven, yeah, security like the president (f*ckin' seven)
Everything on us designer, the watch, the frames, everything is elegant (yo)
I really hate everybody, lil' bitch, I'm evil, call me f*ckin' resident (d-dkanee, yeah)
I mix the syrup with soda, yeah, and I had to mix it, lil' bitch (luh syrup)
This shit like hocus pocus, tryna get your money, bitch, you turn to a fan (yeah)
Pull up on advance, pull off with the mans
I'm rocking a birkin, bitch, it's no hermes
Yeah, do what I said, it still don't make sense
I pop a hundred perkies, bitch, when I land
Pull up to japan, they copy my trend
I'm f*ckin' my money, I flew it to france
Hol' up, hol' up, I told 'em, "do that shit again" (yeah)
Yeah
Pull up, ice is fled, no need no coupe, watch you sled (uh)
Diamonds on my body, watch 'em dance and watch 'em flip (flip, skrrt)
In a frog-eyed bentley, pull off on the feds, hol' up (skrrt)
I was just swervin' and divin' the feds (hol' up)
Couple of pills and the blick in the whip, pull off on the feds, hol' up (dkanee)
Cut off your motherf*ckin' ties, your head, your neck, your motherf*ckin' back (shh)
Said I'm takin' a break, but I pull up, lil' bitch, it's time to attack
(Woo)
We aim for your head, if you gon' die, you die
Chopper this big, yeah
Chop up your wig, gon' chop up ya (shh, shh, shh)
I'm in the cullinan, pullin' that bitch off the lot, I'm motherf*ckin' tellin' ya
Couldn't decide with the benz, and if we not friends, I never could tell ya (what? What? What? What?)
I was just swervin' the lanes in the motherf*ckin' benz, I never could tell ya (shh, d-dkanee)
I ain't even f*ck with nobody, I count up my money, I never could feel you (yeah)
Yeah, I ran up my money to twenty ms, bitch, I'm nowhere near you (uh)
Yeah, I took this shit to outer-space, bitch, yeah, I'm nowhere near you (hold on, hold on)
Yeah, I'm poppin' the x again, really I'm off of the hose til' I feel again (yeah)
For a little of faucet money, we can fill your bag, yeah, we can bring you in (ah)
Twenty fifty-fifty f*ckin' seven, yeah, security like the president (f*ckin' seven)
Everything on us designer, the watch, the frames, everything is elegant (yo)
I really hate everybody, lil' bitch, I'm evil, call me f*ckin' resident (d-dkanee, yeah)
I mix the syrup with soda, yeah, and I had to mix it, lil' bitch (luh syrup)
This shit like hocus pocus, tryna get your money, bitch, you turn to a fan (yeah)
Pull up on advance, pull off with the mans
I'm rocking a birkin, bitch, it's no hermes
Yeah, do what I said, it still don't make sense
I pop a hundred perkies, bitch, when I land
Pull up to japan, they copy my trend
I'm f*ckin' my money, I flew it to france
Hol' up hol' up, I told 'em, "do that shit again"
D-dkanee
Writer: Noah Smith, Volodymyr Dorofeiev
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Back home
(I-I'm)
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
I don't fly no jet, but I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm)
I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar
I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm)
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherf*ckin' po'
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home
Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows
Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs
Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different
I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin' around the world, yeah
I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherf*ckin' ecstasy
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches
You gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turnin', this willin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever make it back
Got a big diamond watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back
I don't fly no jet, but I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm)
I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar
I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm)
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherf*ckin' po'
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home
Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows
Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs
Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different
I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin' around the world, yeah
I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherf*ckin' ecstasy
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches
You gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turnin', this willin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever met the back
Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
I don't fly no jet, but I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm)
I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar
I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm)
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherf*ckin' po'
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home
Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows
Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs
Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different
I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin' around the world, yeah
I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherf*ckin' ecstasy
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches
You gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turnin', this willin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever make it back
Got a big diamond watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back
I don't fly no jet, but I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm)
I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar
I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm)
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherf*ckin' po'
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home
Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows
Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs
Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different
I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin' around the world, yeah
I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherf*ckin' ecstasy
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches
You gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turnin', this willin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever met the back
Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Type money
.556, big bullets to the head (woo, woo)
I don't even f*ck with nobody, what's the deal?
I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel
Swervin' the muhf*ckin' madness (skrrt), I already said that shit (skrrt)
Swervin' the muhf*ckin' madness (hol' on, hol' on), I already planned that shit (bitch)
I was just swervin' the muhf*ckin' tonk', swervin' this shit right out the muhf*ckin' bottom
Yeah, took this shit out on the town, I'ma pop me a perc'
I'm not drinkin' moscato (hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
I'm sippin' on lean, lean, I'm green, I'm high as a bird, bitch (phew)
Yeah, I'm poppin' the muhf*ckin' x (hol' on), lil' bitch, I ain't no nerd, bitch (hol' on, hol' on)
Yeah, hol' on, come on, come and tell me what you said and what you heard, bitch
Yeah, I got snipers aimin' down at your head (bang, bang)
Yeah, you blurred, bitch, yeah (bang, bang)
I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the diamond (skrrt), right off the curb, bitch (luh curb)
Yeah, seven-seven-seven-seven, send 'em to heaven, I'm talkin' to god, bitch (phew)
Yeah, you don't know who we are bitch (uh-uh, uh-uh)
I got dirty money buried in dirt, type of money, put that boy on a shirt (shirt, shirt)
Type of money make the bitch go berserk, type of money make that bitch go twerk (uh)
Type of money I could ruin your world, and type of money I could take your lil' girl
This type of money got me runnin' the world
This type of gun, it 'boutta hit in his bowels
'Boutta show them all, but this is not help
Roll 'em down and dish 'em out from the barrel
I got mob ties way before all of us
I'm a big star, call the astronomers
Got a big car, it gon' fit all of us
Bitch, you gon' need a mil' if you just want a verse
I don't wanna talk, no, I don't wanna converse
Back in the trap with no sign of a hearse
Bonnie and clyde, got a glock in her purse, oh, yeah
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
We them boys who be poppin' them tags, bitch
When that bitch wanna f*ck, go 'head
Yeah, my glock shoot his shot like a fade
Bitch, we know that you broke, keep tabs on ya
Bitch you trippin', you off of them tabs
Like a snake, bitch, we hide in the grass
Made this shit out of muhf*ckin' lego
Made it easy, this shit from the ground
I wanna live too, this a jam
And she sit on the beach, she a shell
We ride, we look covered in rags
Inside the urus, the bitch all red (yeah)
Bend the bitch back and I bust on her head (yeah)
One, two, three, four shots leave him dead (he dead)
.556, big bullets to the head
I don't even f*ck with nobody, what's the deal? (What's the deal?)
I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel (woo, woo)
.556, big bullets to the head (woo, woo)
I don't even f*ck with nobody, what's the deal?
I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel
Swervin' the muhf*ckin' madness (skrrt), I already said that shit (skrrt)
Swervin' the muhf*ckin' madness (hol' on, hol' on), I already planned that shit (bitch)
I was just swervin' the muhf*ckin' tonk', swervin' this shit right out the bottom
Yeah, took this shit out on the town, I'ma pop me a perc'
I'm not drinkin' moscato (hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
I just been sippin' on lean, lean, I'm green, I'm high as a bird, bitch (phew)
Yeah, I'm poppin' the muhf*ckin' x (hol' on), lil' bitch, I ain't no nerd, bitch (hol' on, hol' on)
Yeah, hol' on, come on, come and tell me what you said and what you heard, bitch
Yeah, I got snipers aimin' down at your head (bang, bang)
Yeah, you blurred, bitch, yeah (bang, bang)
I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the diamond (skrrt), right off the curb, bitch (luh curb)
Yeah, seven-seven-seven-seven, send 'em to heaven, I'm talkin' to god, bitch (phew)
Woo, woo (phew, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woo, woo
Woo (woo), woo (woo)
Woo (woo), woo (woo)
Woo-woo-woo-woo
I don't even f*ck with nobody, what's the deal?
I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel
Swervin' the muhf*ckin' madness (skrrt), I already said that shit (skrrt)
Swervin' the muhf*ckin' madness (hol' on, hol' on), I already planned that shit (bitch)
I was just swervin' the muhf*ckin' tonk', swervin' this shit right out the muhf*ckin' bottom
Yeah, took this shit out on the town, I'ma pop me a perc'
I'm not drinkin' moscato (hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
I'm sippin' on lean, lean, I'm green, I'm high as a bird, bitch (phew)
Yeah, I'm poppin' the muhf*ckin' x (hol' on), lil' bitch, I ain't no nerd, bitch (hol' on, hol' on)
Yeah, hol' on, come on, come and tell me what you said and what you heard, bitch
Yeah, I got snipers aimin' down at your head (bang, bang)
Yeah, you blurred, bitch, yeah (bang, bang)
I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the diamond (skrrt), right off the curb, bitch (luh curb)
Yeah, seven-seven-seven-seven, send 'em to heaven, I'm talkin' to god, bitch (phew)
Yeah, you don't know who we are bitch (uh-uh, uh-uh)
I got dirty money buried in dirt, type of money, put that boy on a shirt (shirt, shirt)
Type of money make the bitch go berserk, type of money make that bitch go twerk (uh)
Type of money I could ruin your world, and type of money I could take your lil' girl
This type of money got me runnin' the world
This type of gun, it 'boutta hit in his bowels
'Boutta show them all, but this is not help
Roll 'em down and dish 'em out from the barrel
I got mob ties way before all of us
I'm a big star, call the astronomers
Got a big car, it gon' fit all of us
Bitch, you gon' need a mil' if you just want a verse
I don't wanna talk, no, I don't wanna converse
Back in the trap with no sign of a hearse
Bonnie and clyde, got a glock in her purse, oh, yeah
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
We them boys who be poppin' them tags, bitch
When that bitch wanna f*ck, go 'head
Yeah, my glock shoot his shot like a fade
Bitch, we know that you broke, keep tabs on ya
Bitch you trippin', you off of them tabs
Like a snake, bitch, we hide in the grass
Made this shit out of muhf*ckin' lego
Made it easy, this shit from the ground
I wanna live too, this a jam
And she sit on the beach, she a shell
We ride, we look covered in rags
Inside the urus, the bitch all red (yeah)
Bend the bitch back and I bust on her head (yeah)
One, two, three, four shots leave him dead (he dead)
.556, big bullets to the head
I don't even f*ck with nobody, what's the deal? (What's the deal?)
I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel (woo, woo)
.556, big bullets to the head (woo, woo)
I don't even f*ck with nobody, what's the deal?
I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)
Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel
Swervin' the muhf*ckin' madness (skrrt), I already said that shit (skrrt)
Swervin' the muhf*ckin' madness (hol' on, hol' on), I already planned that shit (bitch)
I was just swervin' the muhf*ckin' tonk', swervin' this shit right out the bottom
Yeah, took this shit out on the town, I'ma pop me a perc'
I'm not drinkin' moscato (hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
I just been sippin' on lean, lean, I'm green, I'm high as a bird, bitch (phew)
Yeah, I'm poppin' the muhf*ckin' x (hol' on), lil' bitch, I ain't no nerd, bitch (hol' on, hol' on)
Yeah, hol' on, come on, come and tell me what you said and what you heard, bitch
Yeah, I got snipers aimin' down at your head (bang, bang)
Yeah, you blurred, bitch, yeah (bang, bang)
I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the diamond (skrrt), right off the curb, bitch (luh curb)
Yeah, seven-seven-seven-seven, send 'em to heaven, I'm talkin' to god, bitch (phew)
Woo, woo (phew, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woo, woo
Woo (woo), woo (woo)
Woo (woo), woo (woo)
Woo-woo-woo-woo
Writer: Noah Smith, Leonardo Claus
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Demon tied
(I-I'm)
(I-I'm)
(I-I'm working on dying)
(Bnyx)
Hmm
Woo-hoo, hmm, woo (hmm)
Man, the devil been watching my ties
Man, the devil been watching my eyes (woo, look at my chop down, look at my left, ahh)
When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode
I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty five (five)
I'm knowing I had a fit (fit), I'm changing the rules like a ref, hah
I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah
Pull up on the jet while it land
Pull up to LA with a bag, yeah
Pull up to New York with a stack (yeah)
I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag (yeah)
Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
Colored Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (yeah, yes)
I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all in my sleep (swerve)
Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep (swerve, swerve)
I'm speeding off bitch, yeah you weak (swerve, swerve)
I know when the world f*ck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep (swerve)
I run up the muhf*ckin' M's, I'm touching a M each week
I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat
I told them to shut the f*ck up, that all of their shit is so weak
Pull up and stab on they ass, pull up and pull up the grass, huh
I drop a mil' on a tab, but nah, I ain't paying it back, bitch (uh)
I promise, lil' bitch, you'll get stabbed, I put it on your f*ckin' back
I blowin' your bae out, I'm callin' your pap, callin' your dad
It's time to collapse, all of my money, all of my swag, I'm takin' it back
Shipping them off, shut the f*ck up, I'll show you the trap (I'll show you luh trap)
I was just swervin' that daily, was swervin' that muhf*ckin' Cat
You can pull up to my crib, and you gon' end up dead (bop bop)
Man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes
When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode
I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty five (five)
I'm knowing I had a fit, I'm changing the rules like a ref, hah
I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah
Pull up on the jet while it land
Pull up to LA with a bag
Pull up to New York with a stack
I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag
Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
Call up Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (yeah, yes)
I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all in my sleep
Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep
I'm speeding off bitch, are you weak
(I know when the world f*ck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep)
(I run up the muhf*ckin' M's, I'm touching the M each week)
(I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat)
(Hmm, hmm)
(Hmm)
(I-I'm)
(I-I'm working on dying)
(Bnyx)
Hmm
Woo-hoo, hmm, woo (hmm)
Man, the devil been watching my ties
Man, the devil been watching my eyes (woo, look at my chop down, look at my left, ahh)
When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode
I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty five (five)
I'm knowing I had a fit (fit), I'm changing the rules like a ref, hah
I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah
Pull up on the jet while it land
Pull up to LA with a bag, yeah
Pull up to New York with a stack (yeah)
I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag (yeah)
Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
Colored Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (yeah, yes)
I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all in my sleep (swerve)
Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep (swerve, swerve)
I'm speeding off bitch, yeah you weak (swerve, swerve)
I know when the world f*ck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep (swerve)
I run up the muhf*ckin' M's, I'm touching a M each week
I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat
I told them to shut the f*ck up, that all of their shit is so weak
Pull up and stab on they ass, pull up and pull up the grass, huh
I drop a mil' on a tab, but nah, I ain't paying it back, bitch (uh)
I promise, lil' bitch, you'll get stabbed, I put it on your f*ckin' back
I blowin' your bae out, I'm callin' your pap, callin' your dad
It's time to collapse, all of my money, all of my swag, I'm takin' it back
Shipping them off, shut the f*ck up, I'll show you the trap (I'll show you luh trap)
I was just swervin' that daily, was swervin' that muhf*ckin' Cat
You can pull up to my crib, and you gon' end up dead (bop bop)
Man, the devil been watching my ties, man, the devil been watching my eyes
When I boot up, I go to the sky, when I food up, I go in that lockdown mode
I just hope that I make it, don't die, ah, I just hope that I see twenty five (five)
I'm knowing I had a fit, I'm changing the rules like a ref, hah
I grab on that bitch like a steel, I just clap on this bitch like a fiend, yeah
Pull up on the jet while it land
Pull up to LA with a bag
Pull up to New York with a stack
I just be quiet 'bout shit, I don't brag
Pull up in a fast car, Cullinan, bitch, not a Jaguar
Call up Bugatti, this bitch go three hundred, I'm pushing this bitch on the blacktop (yeah, yes)
I dropped five hundred K, bitch, I tweak, made this shit all in my sleep
Made it back, two M's, yeah I don't sleep
I'm speeding off bitch, are you weak
(I know when the world f*ck with me, they suckin' my dick in my sleep)
(I run up the muhf*ckin' M's, I'm touching the M each week)
(I hop on this shit and I beat, I turn up I beat on the beat)
(Hmm, hmm)
(Hmm)
Writer: Andreas Abbaszadeh, Benjamin Saint Fort, Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Myself
And you can't f*ck my head up, and you can't f*ck my head up
And you can't f*ck my head up, my head up, woah
Talkin' life, talkin' bout feelings (dreams)
Talkin' life, talkin' bout feelings (dreams)
Talkin' life, talkin' bout feelings (dreams)
Life, talkin' 'bout-
They can't do it like this, like me
Got 'em copyin' the drip like they me (ayy)
And they wanted to diss, I did it
I just sit back and, listen
Got all these racks, I did it (bitch)
I went bought the crib, I did it (luh bitch)
You know the f*ck that who we are, bitch
They can't even f*ck with the god
They can't even f*ck with the kid (yeah)
They can't even f*ck with the world
I didn't even knew they existed
I'm talkin' 'bout these damages, from the drugs
Talkin' bout life, from the love, uh, dreams from above
Talkin' bout life, that bother me, yeah
Dreams, turn off lights, dreams, turn off the lights, yeah
Every time I said somethin', I was feelin' like bein' strong
I just feel like red rum, I just called the devil, home
Uh, left the earth, left the earth, earth, earth, earth (left the earth)
Left the earth, left the earth, left, left, left, left the earth
Left, left, left, left the earth (left, left, left the earth)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout none
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin', I live with myself (live with myself)
Yeah, and I live with myself
I been druggin', these days I'm in my hell (hell, yeah)
Yeah, I was yellin' "oh hell"
Uh, I was in it, no help
You don't know what I feel
I don't know how to feel
Oh, and I live with myself
Oh, and I live with myself
And you can't f*ck my head up, my head up, woah
Talkin' life, talkin' bout feelings (dreams)
Talkin' life, talkin' bout feelings (dreams)
Talkin' life, talkin' bout feelings (dreams)
Life, talkin' 'bout-
They can't do it like this, like me
Got 'em copyin' the drip like they me (ayy)
And they wanted to diss, I did it
I just sit back and, listen
Got all these racks, I did it (bitch)
I went bought the crib, I did it (luh bitch)
You know the f*ck that who we are, bitch
They can't even f*ck with the god
They can't even f*ck with the kid (yeah)
They can't even f*ck with the world
I didn't even knew they existed
I'm talkin' 'bout these damages, from the drugs
Talkin' bout life, from the love, uh, dreams from above
Talkin' bout life, that bother me, yeah
Dreams, turn off lights, dreams, turn off the lights, yeah
Every time I said somethin', I was feelin' like bein' strong
I just feel like red rum, I just called the devil, home
Uh, left the earth, left the earth, earth, earth, earth (left the earth)
Left the earth, left the earth, left, left, left, left the earth
Left, left, left, left the earth (left, left, left the earth)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout none
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin', I live with myself (live with myself)
Yeah, and I live with myself
I been druggin', these days I'm in my hell (hell, yeah)
Yeah, I was yellin' "oh hell"
Uh, I was in it, no help
You don't know what I feel
I don't know how to feel
Oh, and I live with myself
Oh, and I live with myself
Writer: Noah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Afterlyfe (stylized as AftërLyfe) is the third studio album by American rapper Yeat. It was released on February 24, 2023, by Geffen Records, Field Trip Recordings, and Twizzy Rich. The follow-up to his EP Lyfë (2022), it contains a sole guest appearance from YoungBoy Never Broke Again as well as Yeat's alter egos Kranky Kranky & Luh Geeky.
Performed By:
YeatGenre(s): Trap, rage rap
Producer(s): 2AAB, AM, Aunix, BeautifulMvn, Bnyx, Bred, Bugz Ronin, ChaseTheMoney, Chef9thegod, Colin Magdamo, DKanee, Dream Awake, Dulio, Jonah Abraham, Kele, Leiso, LL Clawz, Lucid, Lukovic, Noa Nalu, Nuu, Opium Jai, Pink, Rision, Sideus, Synthetic, Warpstr, Yeat
Length: 67:35
Released: February 24th, 2023
Year: 2023