I gotta tell you that you'll die tonight
You go against these people, you gon' die slow, die slow
We out in Italy on the water
Me and Strick recordin', smokin' weed, smokin' dope (die slow, die slow)
Drinkin' a lil' lean, I actually did good, I ain't drink but a pint this whole tour
Yeah, on tour, I done missed my son's birthday, it's on July the 15th
Nah, I lowkey, like, really see people ridin' past on boats
Right now out the window (die slow, die slow)
It's just the, just the penthouse suite, know it's nothin' major, yeah
Told the lawyer that my brother ain't goin' back to prison
I don't give a f*ck if I gotta turn that nigga Jehovah's Witness
I'm just seekin' for God's soul 'cause I know something's missin'
Comme des Garçons boxers, and I came from penny-pinchin'
Came out the struggle, nigga, I really had lost a brother, nigga
Got to fightin' with the Deputy sheriff, I almost lost my mother, nigga
And that's funny, that's funny, like
My mama had broke up with my dad for having another kid on her, and um
He had came home one day and saw a car in the driveway
It was an off-duty sheriff, a Deputy sheriff that my mom was f*ckin' with, and um
They had a few words, and it ended with, um, my dad shooting
He ended up in the hospital in a coma, yeah, so
Fast forward like eight years later, my sisters had got to fighting, and um
And they, and they, and they had a family member that was a Deputy sheriff, and um
My mom came outside to goddamn stop the fighting
And the lady got in the car and just pulled off doing like sixty miles per hour, ran my mom over
She had a stroke and shit, but she alright, yeah
Always knew I wasn't gon' be gay
I had her sendin' pictures to my mom's phone when I was like eight
I always knew that I'd be great
'Cause my coach told me I was slow, but I was runnin' at a fast pace, huh
They tryna divide us and conquer the world with it
They got a couple of the guys and all of the girls with it
But I'm a mastermind, I see right through it
I see that they got couple of diamonds but the rest of 'em pearls in it
They say you poor 'cause you black right to your face (yeah)
They say where you live, you'll never be able to own that place
My father said that you can change it all with your performance
And by the way, your life is a VV stone charm
They take the land and then detect who all can come
But I tell you with a long sleeve, I bear arms
I'm high enough to be on a Milky Way 'til morning
If you want it, you gon' get up earlier than anyone
If you want it, you gon' get up earlier than anyone
Put on my socks, grab my Glock, the stick under the couch
Tie all my shoes, you wearin' flip flops, and it's top of the top
R.I.P. Nipsey, know what I'm sayin'
(If you were the one in my shoes, would you love?)
Would you love, would you love, would you love, would you love?
If you were the one in, if you were the one in
They prejudiced, so why first of the day, yeah
Would you run away or would you come back nightly? (Woo)
I gotta tell you that you'll die tonight
You go against these people, you gon' die slow, die slow, die slow
Slime, what's going on? It's feeling like they won
Gotta get back up, you Black Panther's son
I gotta tell you that you'll die slow, die slow, die slow
You gon' die slow, die slow, die slow
Mom, what's going on? It's feeling like the Devil won
Die slow, die slow
Young Thug - Punk Album Lyrics
Young Thug - Punk Lyrics
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Ryan Vojtesak, Tauren O'Lander Strickland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stressed
[Young Thug]
Got me stressed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it, yeah (Oh)
No, no, no
Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I told her buy Huaraches for me (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (Oh)
I don't know if I wanna expose this to you (Oh)
I don't know if I wanna caress you (Oh)
I don't know what I wanna do with you, girl (Oh)
I don't know what I wanna do with you
[J. Cole]
Well, it's that gat toting, pistol holding nigga on your damn street
Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak
Lackluster, I'ma smack suckers this year
I'ma make a hundred thousand racks off of this here
Do the math, hundred million for the slow ones in the class
Type of bags I be gettin' be too big to pay in cash
Send the wire, send it fast 'fore I might just change my mind
Nowadays, a million dollars barely worth a nigga time
I ain't sayin' I'm the richest nigga that's in this shit (But I'm one of them)
Barely check my account, nigga, I'm admittin' it (I don't give a f*ck)
F*ck around with my bread, bet you I'ma find out (I'ma catch you, nigga)
Couple niggas I deaded know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Nigga, don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
I got a mama to spoil, I got a brother, got a few legal fees
I got a daddy and shit
Medical bills, credit to fix
People to pay, label to run
You play with your life if you play with my funds, nigga
[Young Thug]
Got me stressed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it, yeah (Oh)
No, no, no
[J. Cole & T-Shyne]
Old sweats, road, jets, tote TECs, no flex
Bad bitches, no let's, on deck, broke, next
Pill popper, square niggas bare witness, uh (Oh)
Blunt twisters, f*ck niggas (Oh, got me stressed, woah)
[T-Shyne]
I've been stressin' 'cause I still ain't buy my dad a house (Stressin')
I've been stressin' 'cause my girl said, "We can't work it out" (Got me stressed)
I know some people that start sinnin' as soon as church get out (Church get out)
And I don't think like I used to think 'cause I'm older now (Older now)
When you broke, you doin' more for less (Yeah)
You ain't findin' no success (No success)
Sad to say my girl just left
And I really love her to death (I do)
Told her I can't call her my ex 'cause I feel like we ain't finished yet (We not done)
I just texted her phone and I said, "Are you out your feelings yet?"
And my brother, he just called, he need that lawyer money (That lawyer money)
They said he did it, but I know he didn't (Nah)
But you need O. J. money when you tryna get acquitted (Yeah)
This shit is sickenin', nobody listen when you in prison (Prison)
I was hangin' on the corner with some Jordans on, no designer (No designer)
Servin' up that white girl, back then we called her fine china (Yeah)
I was lookin' for a bad bitch, but I didn't know where to find her (Where to find her)
All this pressure and this stress made me a diamond (Diamond)
I'm just tryna show love, some people never grow up
Sometimes I wish I could trust, but that's how feelings get crushed
I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus
They wanna hang with the gang, but, no, they not one of us
Got me stressed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it, yeah (Oh)
No, no, no
Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I told her buy Huaraches for me (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (Oh)
I don't know if I wanna expose this to you (Oh)
I don't know if I wanna caress you (Oh)
I don't know what I wanna do with you, girl (Oh)
I don't know what I wanna do with you
[J. Cole]
Well, it's that gat toting, pistol holding nigga on your damn street
Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak
Lackluster, I'ma smack suckers this year
I'ma make a hundred thousand racks off of this here
Do the math, hundred million for the slow ones in the class
Type of bags I be gettin' be too big to pay in cash
Send the wire, send it fast 'fore I might just change my mind
Nowadays, a million dollars barely worth a nigga time
I ain't sayin' I'm the richest nigga that's in this shit (But I'm one of them)
Barely check my account, nigga, I'm admittin' it (I don't give a f*ck)
F*ck around with my bread, bet you I'ma find out (I'ma catch you, nigga)
Couple niggas I deaded know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Nigga, don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
I got a mama to spoil, I got a brother, got a few legal fees
I got a daddy and shit
Medical bills, credit to fix
People to pay, label to run
You play with your life if you play with my funds, nigga
[Young Thug]
Got me stressed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh)
But I can't help it, yeah (Oh)
No, no, no
[J. Cole & T-Shyne]
Old sweats, road, jets, tote TECs, no flex
Bad bitches, no let's, on deck, broke, next
Pill popper, square niggas bare witness, uh (Oh)
Blunt twisters, f*ck niggas (Oh, got me stressed, woah)
[T-Shyne]
I've been stressin' 'cause I still ain't buy my dad a house (Stressin')
I've been stressin' 'cause my girl said, "We can't work it out" (Got me stressed)
I know some people that start sinnin' as soon as church get out (Church get out)
And I don't think like I used to think 'cause I'm older now (Older now)
When you broke, you doin' more for less (Yeah)
You ain't findin' no success (No success)
Sad to say my girl just left
And I really love her to death (I do)
Told her I can't call her my ex 'cause I feel like we ain't finished yet (We not done)
I just texted her phone and I said, "Are you out your feelings yet?"
And my brother, he just called, he need that lawyer money (That lawyer money)
They said he did it, but I know he didn't (Nah)
But you need O. J. money when you tryna get acquitted (Yeah)
This shit is sickenin', nobody listen when you in prison (Prison)
I was hangin' on the corner with some Jordans on, no designer (No designer)
Servin' up that white girl, back then we called her fine china (Yeah)
I was lookin' for a bad bitch, but I didn't know where to find her (Where to find her)
All this pressure and this stress made me a diamond (Diamond)
I'm just tryna show love, some people never grow up
Sometimes I wish I could trust, but that's how feelings get crushed
I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus
They wanna hang with the gang, but, no, they not one of us
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jermaine Cole, Tafa Peters
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stupid/Asking
(Metro)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Yeah
Heard you went and f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped the Benz, is you stupid?
Spendin' all your dividends, is you stupid?
You must be stupid, you must be stupid
You done went and f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped the Benz, is you stupid?
Spendin' all your dividends, is you stupid?
You must be stupid, you must be stupid, hey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, wooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
I've been swappin' out all these bitches
Kickin' my pimpin', pimpin'
She pull up and get right to it, she know my intuition
I talk loud as hell to this bitch
I don't do no pillow kickin'
Richie Millie kid, I'm so embarrassed, I ain't done no tickin'
A ho won't go, oh my God, I just seen a UFO (ha)
Five hundred thousand for the car, fifty thou' for the coat
Hangin' with some Blood, Crip, been with a couple folk
She like, "What you doin'? You f*ckin' her, I knew it, nigga"
Why you f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped the Benz, is you stupid?
Manipulatin' all the friends, is you stupid?
Is you stupid? You must be stupid, hey
You f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
You bought that G63 Benz, is you stupid?
You spendin' all your racks again, is you stupid?
Is you stupid, hey, is you stupid?
Passionate about your motherf*ckin' lovin', I
Get strange when it come down to you lovin' me
You love me, back what you 'posed to say
To love to falsetto, ring, ring
That's when the cops come by, nigga
Hopefully it's not the day somebody dyin', nigga
I don't wanna see another mother cry
I don't wanna see another mother cry
Can we K-I-S-S, baby?
I've been thinking 'bout your top in my Mercedes
She been goin' through my phone, it's troublin' lately
Tryna figure out what I'm doin' and why I'm the one make her crazy?
Is it 'cause you f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped a Benz, is you stupid?
Spendin' all your dividends, is you stupid?
You must be stupid, you must be stupid
Heard you went and f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
You went and copped that Benz, is you stupid?
Spent all your money again, is you stupid?
Baby, you stupid
It's alright (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
And it's alright, yeah (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
And it's alright (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
And it's alright, right, right, right (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
It's alright (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Hey, I came in and she said alright
Hey, I don't know what she meant of mine
Hey lil' mama Kawasaki, let's ride
Let's ride
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh (yeah)
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All your old clothes, they gotta go
Got you cleanin' out your closet, darling
Got you flyer like a fly no swabbin'
Let the gang go to your show and now you're mobbin'
No need to butter me up, you can go grab it
Buy all the baguettes, I won't do no crabbin'
Long as you braggin' and let me stab it
You hot like a dragon
And you ain't never gotta ask me
Askin', askin'
I'm tired of askin', you tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', askin', I'm tired of askin'
Askin'
I'm tryna get in your guts, show me your guts
All of my bitches up, we all up
This bitch say I was good for her just like melatonin
I wanna lay with you every night and we never bond
Good hair, only comb in the house, is a silicone
She done put her thong in my mouth and we made a song
You been window shoppin' all your life and I'm rich
On my second life, I ditched
All the ones and fives, I kept
All the hundos tight, okay
I can't creep tonight, okay
I just mixed a Sprite, okay
I don't wanna play with my life, okay
Half a million dollars on sight, okay
I can rely on my dawg, my ex gon' go, he gettin' real racks
We ain't gotta ask no more, we rockin' new Margi' and we get that bag
You a lil' pretty lil' brat, but you gettin' on top of that shit and get ratchet
I just took an Instagram model down right on a dirty mattress
You want it, you grab it, don't ask me
You ain't even gotta ask
You ain't even gotta ask me, you ain't even gotta ask me
You ain't gotta butter me up
You can go where you want, you can grab it
Ain't you tired of askin'?
Askin', I'm tired of askin', you tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', askin', I'm tired of askin'
Askin', I'm tired of askin'
Askin', askin', askin', yeah
Askin', askin'
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Askin', askin'
Askin', yeah (ooh whoa)
Ooh, ooh, ooh whoa
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Yeah
Heard you went and f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped the Benz, is you stupid?
Spendin' all your dividends, is you stupid?
You must be stupid, you must be stupid
You done went and f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped the Benz, is you stupid?
Spendin' all your dividends, is you stupid?
You must be stupid, you must be stupid, hey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, wooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
I've been swappin' out all these bitches
Kickin' my pimpin', pimpin'
She pull up and get right to it, she know my intuition
I talk loud as hell to this bitch
I don't do no pillow kickin'
Richie Millie kid, I'm so embarrassed, I ain't done no tickin'
A ho won't go, oh my God, I just seen a UFO (ha)
Five hundred thousand for the car, fifty thou' for the coat
Hangin' with some Blood, Crip, been with a couple folk
She like, "What you doin'? You f*ckin' her, I knew it, nigga"
Why you f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped the Benz, is you stupid?
Manipulatin' all the friends, is you stupid?
Is you stupid? You must be stupid, hey
You f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
You bought that G63 Benz, is you stupid?
You spendin' all your racks again, is you stupid?
Is you stupid, hey, is you stupid?
Passionate about your motherf*ckin' lovin', I
Get strange when it come down to you lovin' me
You love me, back what you 'posed to say
To love to falsetto, ring, ring
That's when the cops come by, nigga
Hopefully it's not the day somebody dyin', nigga
I don't wanna see another mother cry
I don't wanna see another mother cry
Can we K-I-S-S, baby?
I've been thinking 'bout your top in my Mercedes
She been goin' through my phone, it's troublin' lately
Tryna figure out what I'm doin' and why I'm the one make her crazy?
Is it 'cause you f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
Heard you went and copped a Benz, is you stupid?
Spendin' all your dividends, is you stupid?
You must be stupid, you must be stupid
Heard you went and f*cked my friend, is you stupid?
You went and copped that Benz, is you stupid?
Spent all your money again, is you stupid?
Baby, you stupid
It's alright (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
And it's alright, yeah (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
And it's alright (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
And it's alright, right, right, right (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
It's alright (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Hey, I came in and she said alright
Hey, I don't know what she meant of mine
Hey lil' mama Kawasaki, let's ride
Let's ride
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh (yeah)
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All your old clothes, they gotta go
Got you cleanin' out your closet, darling
Got you flyer like a fly no swabbin'
Let the gang go to your show and now you're mobbin'
No need to butter me up, you can go grab it
Buy all the baguettes, I won't do no crabbin'
Long as you braggin' and let me stab it
You hot like a dragon
And you ain't never gotta ask me
Askin', askin'
I'm tired of askin', you tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', askin', I'm tired of askin'
Askin'
I'm tryna get in your guts, show me your guts
All of my bitches up, we all up
This bitch say I was good for her just like melatonin
I wanna lay with you every night and we never bond
Good hair, only comb in the house, is a silicone
She done put her thong in my mouth and we made a song
You been window shoppin' all your life and I'm rich
On my second life, I ditched
All the ones and fives, I kept
All the hundos tight, okay
I can't creep tonight, okay
I just mixed a Sprite, okay
I don't wanna play with my life, okay
Half a million dollars on sight, okay
I can rely on my dawg, my ex gon' go, he gettin' real racks
We ain't gotta ask no more, we rockin' new Margi' and we get that bag
You a lil' pretty lil' brat, but you gettin' on top of that shit and get ratchet
I just took an Instagram model down right on a dirty mattress
You want it, you grab it, don't ask me
You ain't even gotta ask
You ain't even gotta ask me, you ain't even gotta ask me
You ain't gotta butter me up
You can go where you want, you can grab it
Ain't you tired of askin'?
Askin', I'm tired of askin', you tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', I'm tired of askin'
I'm tired of askin', askin', I'm tired of askin'
Askin', I'm tired of askin'
Askin', askin', askin', yeah
Askin', askin'
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Askin', askin'
Askin', yeah (ooh whoa)
Ooh, ooh, ooh whoa
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Writer: Jeffrey Williams, Leland Tyler Wayne, Nathaniel Kim, Ryan Vojtesak, Taurus Bucy Jr. Currie
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Recognize Real
Had to gamble my life
I'm rollin' the dice
My name got a price, but talk to me nice
I got my money right
And now they criticize, but it's alright
I won't be victimized
Judgin' the police takin' my people lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And ain't gotta do too much 'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
It's written on your face, like you better than me
I can't get caught up with you bitches, I'm keeping' it P
You gotta keep it P
My millennium is the last dying breed (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Louis on me, my arms strong and you too skinny and scrawny
You don't tell no lies then I can f*ck with you only
I turn you up and you gon' never be lonely (yeah)
I want a Rolls-Royce, I want a Maybach
I want a Hellcat,cost a hunnid racks
You sold a lot of cap, they want they money back
I toured across the map, thank God I made it back
I never asked for help, nobody gave me that
We 'boutta ban all that cap, we only stating facts
I'ma let 'em know how I feel, check out my latest track
And I always stay on track (yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm killin' 'bout my brother, and I know that you see
My new house didn't come with a key, you gotta type it and see
F*ck your whole gang, we smoked the boss
We ain't smokin' no leaf
We shop online in vintage store
Got thousand-dollar tees
We passed the bitch right when we done
She ain't my wife, how could I see her with my son?
Rockin' Rick Owens, got the ones that say, "Cunt"
All I do is sit and count racks up by the bunch
Took her out and paid for lunch
Rich off of Pyrex, you can twirl your arm right to left and get a Corvette
5 or 6 M, the LaFerrari, I don't know what I started
I told my teacher I'ma buy more watches 'cause I was tardy
I started screamin' out the answers before it started
Added that bitch to my ransom, then went the hardest
My homie died, I want answers, so we gon' spark it
We takin' over like cancer and goin' the hardest
Had to gamble my life
Rollin' the dice
My name got a price, so talk to me nice
I got my money right
And now they criticize, but it's alright
I won't be victimized
Judgin' the police takin' my people lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And ain't gotta do too much 'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm rollin' the dice
My name got a price, but talk to me nice
I got my money right
And now they criticize, but it's alright
I won't be victimized
Judgin' the police takin' my people lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And ain't gotta do too much 'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
It's written on your face, like you better than me
I can't get caught up with you bitches, I'm keeping' it P
You gotta keep it P
My millennium is the last dying breed (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Louis on me, my arms strong and you too skinny and scrawny
You don't tell no lies then I can f*ck with you only
I turn you up and you gon' never be lonely (yeah)
I want a Rolls-Royce, I want a Maybach
I want a Hellcat,cost a hunnid racks
You sold a lot of cap, they want they money back
I toured across the map, thank God I made it back
I never asked for help, nobody gave me that
We 'boutta ban all that cap, we only stating facts
I'ma let 'em know how I feel, check out my latest track
And I always stay on track (yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm killin' 'bout my brother, and I know that you see
My new house didn't come with a key, you gotta type it and see
F*ck your whole gang, we smoked the boss
We ain't smokin' no leaf
We shop online in vintage store
Got thousand-dollar tees
We passed the bitch right when we done
She ain't my wife, how could I see her with my son?
Rockin' Rick Owens, got the ones that say, "Cunt"
All I do is sit and count racks up by the bunch
Took her out and paid for lunch
Rich off of Pyrex, you can twirl your arm right to left and get a Corvette
5 or 6 M, the LaFerrari, I don't know what I started
I told my teacher I'ma buy more watches 'cause I was tardy
I started screamin' out the answers before it started
Added that bitch to my ransom, then went the hardest
My homie died, I want answers, so we gon' spark it
We takin' over like cancer and goin' the hardest
Had to gamble my life
Rollin' the dice
My name got a price, so talk to me nice
I got my money right
And now they criticize, but it's alright
I won't be victimized
Judgin' the police takin' my people lives
I'm just signin' checks and doin' what's best for mine
And ain't gotta do too much 'cause real gon' recognize
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Ryan Vojtesak, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Contagious
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I'd be showin' off, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I can never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated
I told my lawyer, "Change the situation"
Told the judge that I was always fakin'
But I know what's in my heart and I feel it beggin'
Told then let go of my boys, that would be amazin'
Try to blink out every time, I'm hidden in different spaces
Bought that same LaFerrari, told 'em keep it basic
Pulled up on them same lil' boys, told 'em let's get to racing
She don't need to know what it is, I bought my mom the Wagon
Yeah, keep on dodgin' years, my young nigga waitin'
I done gave away my Porsche, I throw up
I don't pass the torch, I pour up
Syrup, when I'm forced, I ho her
Out and in and I wreck her core
I took my finger and I remade the sore
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I'd be showin' off, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I can never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated
They always told me I'll be goin' places
Now I'm just surrounded by these different faces
But all of this applause, yeah, it come with hatred
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
Yeah, uh
Yesterday my daughter told me
"Daddy, you the best," I told her
"I'm makin' it back tonight
Baby, pass me that vest"
I know I'm livin' the fast life
But I sign niggas and I sign checks
I put a quarter mil' on my fingers just like Lil Baby, and they all baguettes
Every week I made four thousand, servin' bags for my big homie
I know I wasn't doin' it forever but it had moved me up from blowin' it
Sometimes you gotta take baby steps
But now you grown and gotta want it
Everything you doin', wonder every ho you screwin'
I ball like Harden, Jordan
I tried to keep my mouth closed
But I told 'em all the stories
I had five bitches with me in there lit like Robert Horry
I told my bitch, "From every strugglin' day, we buyin' the store"
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I'd be showin' off, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I can never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated
They always told me I'll be goin' places
Now I'm just surrounded by these different faces
But all of this applause, yeah, it come with hatred
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I'd be showin' off, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I can never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated
I told my lawyer, "Change the situation"
Told the judge that I was always fakin'
But I know what's in my heart and I feel it beggin'
Told then let go of my boys, that would be amazin'
Try to blink out every time, I'm hidden in different spaces
Bought that same LaFerrari, told 'em keep it basic
Pulled up on them same lil' boys, told 'em let's get to racing
She don't need to know what it is, I bought my mom the Wagon
Yeah, keep on dodgin' years, my young nigga waitin'
I done gave away my Porsche, I throw up
I don't pass the torch, I pour up
Syrup, when I'm forced, I ho her
Out and in and I wreck her core
I took my finger and I remade the sore
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I'd be showin' off, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I can never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated
They always told me I'll be goin' places
Now I'm just surrounded by these different faces
But all of this applause, yeah, it come with hatred
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
Yeah, uh
Yesterday my daughter told me
"Daddy, you the best," I told her
"I'm makin' it back tonight
Baby, pass me that vest"
I know I'm livin' the fast life
But I sign niggas and I sign checks
I put a quarter mil' on my fingers just like Lil Baby, and they all baguettes
Every week I made four thousand, servin' bags for my big homie
I know I wasn't doin' it forever but it had moved me up from blowin' it
Sometimes you gotta take baby steps
But now you grown and gotta want it
Everything you doin', wonder every ho you screwin'
I ball like Harden, Jordan
I tried to keep my mouth closed
But I told 'em all the stories
I had five bitches with me in there lit like Robert Horry
I told my bitch, "From every strugglin' day, we buyin' the store"
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
'Cause I'd be showin' off, always met with fake shit
But that's what's in my heart, I can never change it
I just wish that things were reciprocated
They always told me I'll be goin' places
Now I'm just surrounded by these different faces
But all of this applause, yeah, it come with hatred
I wish that keepin' it real really was contagious
Writer: Jacob Elliot Reske, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Ozan Yildirim
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Peepin Out The Window
(Hey)
(Hey) (let's go, Mario)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (woo)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (slatt)
Hit the rocky road, then I led 'em to the projects (whoa)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (no cap)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (yeah)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock (yeah)
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop
I been in the trenches with three niggas called pork and beans
Chillin' with the Zoes, that's my family, they my ahks
Cook it watch it roll 'round the pot, then they come shop (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Playin' with the Spider, they pull up and then they chop (rrr)
Niggas 'round here funny, we cook up the bunnies (woo, woo)
I done showed my chest, bitches say they want me
I don't know the rest (yeah), niggas ain't no slimy (hey)
Show you the finesse, everybody 'round me (slatt)
Everywhere I go, I keep that strap like I'm horny (yeah)
Yellow diamonds on me, uh-uh-uh, but I'm not corny (yeah)
I am so not sorry, so don't tell me 'bout your story (uh-uh)
Black and white seats, Ore' (Ore'), five rings, Horry (Horry)
MAC-10 hungry (hungry), you pussies are baloneys (yeah)
I been with your mummy 'cause your daddy a jabroni (ha)
I been in the top room at Tootsie's, they ain't stop me
They know I got money, and I don't want nothing (Uh-uh)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (woo)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led them to the projects (on God)
Whole hood outdoors in the streets, they tryna stop 'em (yeah)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (f*ck 'em)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (skrr)
Big baguettes on niggas, it make lil' mama come and pamper me (yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
I be with my brodie 'cause he won't let nothing happen to me
I don't want your baby girl, you're nothing but a scam to me
I been ballin' on niggas like D Wade and they can't handle me (woo)
Broke niggas scam to me (yeah-yeah), don't put out my candle leaf
I just hit my groove and now we growin' none but Hercules
I just hit my dawg up, he said he went to church for me (to church)
Ran into the opps, kill 'em 'cause they tryna murder me
My niggas look like Starburst, make 'em all squirt (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Let me shop hoe, I can't buss you in the mall, jerk (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Shoot a nigga hands up like I'm Lil Durk (on God)
I got semi-automatics on the tour bus (woo)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (skrt)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led them to the projects (on God)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (yeah)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (f*ck 'em)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (hey)
(Hey) (let's go, Mario)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (woo)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (slatt)
Hit the rocky road, then I led 'em to the projects (whoa)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (no cap)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (yeah)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock (yeah)
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop
I been in the trenches with three niggas called pork and beans
Chillin' with the Zoes, that's my family, they my ahks
Cook it watch it roll 'round the pot, then they come shop (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Playin' with the Spider, they pull up and then they chop (rrr)
Niggas 'round here funny, we cook up the bunnies (woo, woo)
I done showed my chest, bitches say they want me
I don't know the rest (yeah), niggas ain't no slimy (hey)
Show you the finesse, everybody 'round me (slatt)
Everywhere I go, I keep that strap like I'm horny (yeah)
Yellow diamonds on me, uh-uh-uh, but I'm not corny (yeah)
I am so not sorry, so don't tell me 'bout your story (uh-uh)
Black and white seats, Ore' (Ore'), five rings, Horry (Horry)
MAC-10 hungry (hungry), you pussies are baloneys (yeah)
I been with your mummy 'cause your daddy a jabroni (ha)
I been in the top room at Tootsie's, they ain't stop me
They know I got money, and I don't want nothing (Uh-uh)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (woo)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led them to the projects (on God)
Whole hood outdoors in the streets, they tryna stop 'em (yeah)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (f*ck 'em)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (skrr)
Big baguettes on niggas, it make lil' mama come and pamper me (yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
I be with my brodie 'cause he won't let nothing happen to me
I don't want your baby girl, you're nothing but a scam to me
I been ballin' on niggas like D Wade and they can't handle me (woo)
Broke niggas scam to me (yeah-yeah), don't put out my candle leaf
I just hit my groove and now we growin' none but Hercules
I just hit my dawg up, he said he went to church for me (to church)
Ran into the opps, kill 'em 'cause they tryna murder me
My niggas look like Starburst, make 'em all squirt (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Let me shop hoe, I can't buss you in the mall, jerk (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Shoot a nigga hands up like I'm Lil Durk (on God)
I got semi-automatics on the tour bus (woo)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (skrt)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led them to the projects (on God)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (yeah)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (f*ck 'em)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (hey)
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rich Nigga Shit
[Hook:]
Rich nigga shit, pull up in that phantom
You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
Rich nigga shit, hundred in my linen
Bad bitch is trailing me, on my way to Lenox
Rich nigga shit [x4]
Rich nigga shit
Bitches want to f*ck my dog, little tick
All these bitches got BK, they f*ck in cliques
Bitches whispering in my ear saying she ain't gon snitch
Bitches say they want that south beach, LeBron
Bitches eating ounces of molly like its yums
Bitches bet my home [?] tongues
All these bitches jump me and they don't give me no ones
You know I chop all of them bitches up
40k throwed in the ocean, Pacfica
You cannot think that I'm sweet like no Cynnabun
I'm gonna redo your hair, like [?]
Thugger riding home, Thugger got the chrome
Thugger friends with Brodee, getting f*cked on the way home
[Hook]
Hundred K left, hundred K right
Bitches box for boxers, fright night I
Ain't from NYC, but I got bricks and had [?] for the cheese
I got bitches want to jump on me
They say I never let their old man ME
F*ck em, never eat
Treat em like police
Every time I say I'm dodging em, another bitch call, [?] charger
These pussy niggas finna bother him
These pussy niggas shouldn't have started him
And if Young Thug was food
Many bitch niggas would order him
You know your girl want to order him
You know your auntie want to order him
You know your cousin want to order him
The other order want to order him
All white [?] suit like Eminem
All red [?], shoot like Suge and them
[Hook]
Rich nigga shit, pull up in that phantom
You know this the anthem, bleeding like a tampon
Rich nigga shit, hundred in my linen
Bad bitch is trailing me, on my way to Lenox
Rich nigga shit [x4]
Rich nigga shit
Bitches want to f*ck my dog, little tick
All these bitches got BK, they f*ck in cliques
Bitches whispering in my ear saying she ain't gon snitch
Bitches say they want that south beach, LeBron
Bitches eating ounces of molly like its yums
Bitches bet my home [?] tongues
All these bitches jump me and they don't give me no ones
You know I chop all of them bitches up
40k throwed in the ocean, Pacfica
You cannot think that I'm sweet like no Cynnabun
I'm gonna redo your hair, like [?]
Thugger riding home, Thugger got the chrome
Thugger friends with Brodee, getting f*cked on the way home
[Hook]
Hundred K left, hundred K right
Bitches box for boxers, fright night I
Ain't from NYC, but I got bricks and had [?] for the cheese
I got bitches want to jump on me
They say I never let their old man ME
F*ck em, never eat
Treat em like police
Every time I say I'm dodging em, another bitch call, [?] charger
These pussy niggas finna bother him
These pussy niggas shouldn't have started him
And if Young Thug was food
Many bitch niggas would order him
You know your girl want to order him
You know your auntie want to order him
You know your cousin want to order him
The other order want to order him
All white [?] suit like Eminem
All red [?], shoot like Suge and them
[Hook]
Writer: Jarad Anthony Higgins, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jordan Timothy Jenks
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Livin It Up
Hey, mm
We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright
Don't worry 'bout 12, no, they ain't showin' up
Rocky came with the shots, Thug came with the blunts
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright, yeah
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Yeah, one's too many, hunnid isn't enough
Yeah, a hunnid just isn't enough
Oh hey, lucky girl, okay
What you want? Andalé
Got ice on the way
Put stones in your face
Calamari, ocean lake
Split a millions four ways
My pavilion, Saint-Tropez, yeah, alright
Why is it so hard for you to cry when we rich?
I put the sideline in front 'cause I can't argue 'bout shit
I told God, protect my life 'cause I'm gon' come in that shit
You know I, you know I
She won't fasten up her seatbelt when we ride
Bought the girl a two-story penthouse in the Big Apple like a pie
She was tryna tear me down with all her words, but they were lies
But I let her get away with it 'cause sometimes she wanna die, yeah, yeah
We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright)
Don't worry 'bout 12, no, they ain't showin' up
Rocky came with the shots, Thug came with the blunts
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright), yeah
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Yeah, one's too many, hunnid isn't enough
Yeah, a hunnid just isn't enough
I'm on my own
Get high with me, we'll levitate
Get high with me for brighter days
Oh, smile, let me spy the frame
I'm so lit, it could start the campfire
Shorty, where your man? Let me stand by ya
Well, mister esquire
seen a fresh attire do a spin-out in my fresh tire
Red stones, I'm a vampire, it might petrify ya
Uh, whole city goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Whole city goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Uh, new semi goin' dump, dump, dump
Four-fizzy on the pump, pump, pump
We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright) (yeah)
Don't worry 'bout 12, no, they ain't showin' up
Rocky came with the shots, Thug came with the blunts (just livin' it up)
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright), yeah
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Yeah, one's too many, hunnid isn't enough
Yeah, a hunnid just isn't enough
We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright
Don't worry 'bout 12, no, they ain't showin' up
Rocky came with the shots, Thug came with the blunts
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright, yeah
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Yeah, one's too many, hunnid isn't enough
Yeah, a hunnid just isn't enough
Oh hey, lucky girl, okay
What you want? Andalé
Got ice on the way
Put stones in your face
Calamari, ocean lake
Split a millions four ways
My pavilion, Saint-Tropez, yeah, alright
Why is it so hard for you to cry when we rich?
I put the sideline in front 'cause I can't argue 'bout shit
I told God, protect my life 'cause I'm gon' come in that shit
You know I, you know I
She won't fasten up her seatbelt when we ride
Bought the girl a two-story penthouse in the Big Apple like a pie
She was tryna tear me down with all her words, but they were lies
But I let her get away with it 'cause sometimes she wanna die, yeah, yeah
We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright)
Don't worry 'bout 12, no, they ain't showin' up
Rocky came with the shots, Thug came with the blunts
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright), yeah
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Yeah, one's too many, hunnid isn't enough
Yeah, a hunnid just isn't enough
I'm on my own
Get high with me, we'll levitate
Get high with me for brighter days
Oh, smile, let me spy the frame
I'm so lit, it could start the campfire
Shorty, where your man? Let me stand by ya
Well, mister esquire
seen a fresh attire do a spin-out in my fresh tire
Red stones, I'm a vampire, it might petrify ya
Uh, whole city goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Whole city goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Uh, new semi goin' dump, dump, dump
Four-fizzy on the pump, pump, pump
We got forty-five bitches just livin' it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Been too damn long without a sip of my cup
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright) (yeah)
Don't worry 'bout 12, no, they ain't showin' up
Rocky came with the shots, Thug came with the blunts (just livin' it up)
Sayin' one's too many, hunnid isn't enough, alright (alright, alright), yeah
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Now, you see we goin' dumb, dumb, dumb
Yeah, one's too many, hunnid isn't enough
Yeah, a hunnid just isn't enough
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Louis Russell Bell, Rakim Mayers, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Yea Yea Yea
(Wheezy outta here)
YSL Music Group
From the other world to the world to the other world, lonely
I done f*cked her and another girl and another girl on me
I done ran'd up these racks and now I got Christmas under the tree (ran up)
Though my dawg'ndem sat, they ain't say nothin', that's on me (yeah)
I don't wanna talk about nothin', I don't wanna know 'bout no beefs (yeah)
Need a pen to jot it down, I'm tryna forever remember this (yeah, yeah)
I was tryna shoot 'em down, I don't wanna forever diss (ha)
Be quiet, let me count every dime without a miss (shh)
I done ran'd up the bag, now red bottoms on my feet
You can wake up to drapes and heated floors on your feet (yeah)
Señoritas, I'ma buy you a Richard Mille, all VV's
Señoritas (señoritas), señorita (oh, yeah)
Señorita ('rita), gotta re-up (whoa-whoa)
Father, we up, my feet up (oh)
Send the weed up with a fever
Can't ease up without seein' us
I gotta rebuild, not mad at all
For YSL, puttin' on for my dawgs
I got gratitude and lattitude
A bougie nigga, put my kids all in charter school (ya)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(And I just wanna know if you love me, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I just wanna know, yeah)
Droppin' off the top with the mileage backed up
Break it down and twirl it around, it add up (ayy)
Hella people 'round the town get fast dough (racks)
Eighty-seven Kaepernick thousand on the Rollie
I can always see the devil harassin' me
Tellin' me he lovin' me while stabbin' me (yeah)
Niggas tellin' 'round this bitch, it's a hobby (no cap)
Lost control on the road with a body (skrrt, skrrt)
You bionic, give a nigga stamina (stamina)
I don't spare none, niggas gon' get banned out
I take my .9 out, really wanna find out
You got your hands out because I'm passin' bands out
I lost my virginity into Amanda
I'll these f*ckin' yellow diamonds, Tropicana
Bunch of old ass bitches tryna f*ck us
They'll be f*ckin' on my grandson (ya)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(And I just wanna know if you love me, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(I just wanna know, yeah)
YSL Music Group
From the other world to the world to the other world, lonely
I done f*cked her and another girl and another girl on me
I done ran'd up these racks and now I got Christmas under the tree (ran up)
Though my dawg'ndem sat, they ain't say nothin', that's on me (yeah)
I don't wanna talk about nothin', I don't wanna know 'bout no beefs (yeah)
Need a pen to jot it down, I'm tryna forever remember this (yeah, yeah)
I was tryna shoot 'em down, I don't wanna forever diss (ha)
Be quiet, let me count every dime without a miss (shh)
I done ran'd up the bag, now red bottoms on my feet
You can wake up to drapes and heated floors on your feet (yeah)
Señoritas, I'ma buy you a Richard Mille, all VV's
Señoritas (señoritas), señorita (oh, yeah)
Señorita ('rita), gotta re-up (whoa-whoa)
Father, we up, my feet up (oh)
Send the weed up with a fever
Can't ease up without seein' us
I gotta rebuild, not mad at all
For YSL, puttin' on for my dawgs
I got gratitude and lattitude
A bougie nigga, put my kids all in charter school (ya)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(And I just wanna know if you love me, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I just wanna know, yeah)
Droppin' off the top with the mileage backed up
Break it down and twirl it around, it add up (ayy)
Hella people 'round the town get fast dough (racks)
Eighty-seven Kaepernick thousand on the Rollie
I can always see the devil harassin' me
Tellin' me he lovin' me while stabbin' me (yeah)
Niggas tellin' 'round this bitch, it's a hobby (no cap)
Lost control on the road with a body (skrrt, skrrt)
You bionic, give a nigga stamina (stamina)
I don't spare none, niggas gon' get banned out
I take my .9 out, really wanna find out
You got your hands out because I'm passin' bands out
I lost my virginity into Amanda
I'll these f*ckin' yellow diamonds, Tropicana
Bunch of old ass bitches tryna f*ck us
They'll be f*ckin' on my grandson (ya)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(And I just wanna know if you love me, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(I just wanna know, yeah)
Writer: Rex Masamune Kudo, Christopher Miller, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Ryan Vojtesak, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Insure My Wrist
(Taurus)
I don't believe ya
When you say you're different
(Taurus)
'Cause I heard it all before
Yeah
Half a million, got insurance on my watch
Half a million, I went got me some insurance on my wrist
I told lil' ma, "Be careful, bitch, this all on my expense"
I told her, "Watch the wheels on the Bent', cause' it ain't rented"
Talk about a bitch, oh, I got plenty
I'm talkin' 'bout a lot, like a million bucks and pennies
These pussies ridin' waves, so why they motherf*ckin' spinnin'?
And my diamonds black like spades, and I'm smilin' and grinnin'
My mama told me "Pick up the phone"
I got a call from the label sayin', "It's coming in strong"
I just called up my old lady, told her "Go pick what you want"
I put these racks on your potato, your tomato get gone
She ask me who I am when she see me
I'm just that nigga wit' that million dollar T.P
I came from nothin' but that ain't how the world see me
I'm kinda happy, I guess that's how the girls skeet me
I told my nigga "Don't be worried 'bout no CC"
I'ma have your shit together by your B-day
I told them just don't go out sad or be no cheapskate
I wanna see you on the building out on Peachtree
Yeah, yeah
Half a million, got insurance on my watch
Half a million, I went got me some insurance on my wrist
I told lil' ma, "Be careful, bitch, this all on my expense"
I told her, "Watch the wheels on the Bent', cause' it ain't rented"
Talk about a bitch, oh, I got plenty
I'm talkin' 'bout a lot, like a million bucks and pennies
These pussies ridin' waves, so why they motherf*ckin' spinnin'?
And my diamonds black like spades, and I'm smilin' and grinnin'
Ho put a trackin' chip inside my watch
Got rich with felons, ain't no tellin', I can never be a cop
Set of Forgi's on Pirelli, got me swervin', dodging pots
My investor done invested all my extras in the stocks
How I make it through the killings?
How I'm here to see the vision?
Save until that money rot
I stack it to the ceiling
Give 'em everything you got
Shoot it fully 'til its empty
Let 'em know "Don't ever tempt me"
Well respected in the city, huh
The money grown, I had to grab my Lamborghini out
Rich on my own, I brought it home and now my family proud
I got some tucked away in case we get a rainy cloud
We poured a couple eights today, I woke up on a cloud
Half a million, got insurance on my watch
Half a million, I went got me some insurance on my wrist
I told lil' ma, "Be careful, bitch, this all on my expense"
I told her, "Watch the wheels on the Bent', cause' it ain't rented"
Talk about a bitch, oh, I got plenty
I'm talkin' 'bout a lot, like a million bucks and pennies
These pussies ridin' waves, so why they motherf*ckin' spinnin'?
And my diamonds black like spades, and I'm smilin' and grinnin'
Yeah, I don't believe ya
When you say you're different
(Taurus)
'Cause I heard it all before
I don't believe ya
When you say you're different
(Taurus)
'Cause I heard it all before
Yeah
Half a million, got insurance on my watch
Half a million, I went got me some insurance on my wrist
I told lil' ma, "Be careful, bitch, this all on my expense"
I told her, "Watch the wheels on the Bent', cause' it ain't rented"
Talk about a bitch, oh, I got plenty
I'm talkin' 'bout a lot, like a million bucks and pennies
These pussies ridin' waves, so why they motherf*ckin' spinnin'?
And my diamonds black like spades, and I'm smilin' and grinnin'
My mama told me "Pick up the phone"
I got a call from the label sayin', "It's coming in strong"
I just called up my old lady, told her "Go pick what you want"
I put these racks on your potato, your tomato get gone
She ask me who I am when she see me
I'm just that nigga wit' that million dollar T.P
I came from nothin' but that ain't how the world see me
I'm kinda happy, I guess that's how the girls skeet me
I told my nigga "Don't be worried 'bout no CC"
I'ma have your shit together by your B-day
I told them just don't go out sad or be no cheapskate
I wanna see you on the building out on Peachtree
Yeah, yeah
Half a million, got insurance on my watch
Half a million, I went got me some insurance on my wrist
I told lil' ma, "Be careful, bitch, this all on my expense"
I told her, "Watch the wheels on the Bent', cause' it ain't rented"
Talk about a bitch, oh, I got plenty
I'm talkin' 'bout a lot, like a million bucks and pennies
These pussies ridin' waves, so why they motherf*ckin' spinnin'?
And my diamonds black like spades, and I'm smilin' and grinnin'
Ho put a trackin' chip inside my watch
Got rich with felons, ain't no tellin', I can never be a cop
Set of Forgi's on Pirelli, got me swervin', dodging pots
My investor done invested all my extras in the stocks
How I make it through the killings?
How I'm here to see the vision?
Save until that money rot
I stack it to the ceiling
Give 'em everything you got
Shoot it fully 'til its empty
Let 'em know "Don't ever tempt me"
Well respected in the city, huh
The money grown, I had to grab my Lamborghini out
Rich on my own, I brought it home and now my family proud
I got some tucked away in case we get a rainy cloud
We poured a couple eights today, I woke up on a cloud
Half a million, got insurance on my watch
Half a million, I went got me some insurance on my wrist
I told lil' ma, "Be careful, bitch, this all on my expense"
I told her, "Watch the wheels on the Bent', cause' it ain't rented"
Talk about a bitch, oh, I got plenty
I'm talkin' 'bout a lot, like a million bucks and pennies
These pussies ridin' waves, so why they motherf*ckin' spinnin'?
And my diamonds black like spades, and I'm smilin' and grinnin'
Yeah, I don't believe ya
When you say you're different
(Taurus)
'Cause I heard it all before
Writer: Alec Benjamin, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens, Taurus Bucy Jr. Currie
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Scoliosis
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (sex)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)
Maserati coupe, it's a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
(?) all white gold, I'm no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the (?)
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
High school, had a bomb in my (?)
Middle school, had that Tec in my locker
I ain't had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle
I'ma dance, I was sexin yo' mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked 'em, we don't care 'bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rose gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rose gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a punka (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)
Maserati coupe, it's a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
(?) all white gold, I'm no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the (?)
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
High school, had a bomb in my (?)
Middle school, had that Tec in my locker
I ain't had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I'm only 'bout that lingo
That's the beauty of it, (?) then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo' bitch, I'm tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain't bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like (?) pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
(?) all white gold, I'm no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the (?)
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
Tesla truck (truck)
Yeah, we young and rich, don't give a f*ck (give no f*ck)
Heckler Koch (Koch)
Four five shell, yeah, they gon' live for more
Can't wife no thot (wife no thot)
I just f*ck 'em then I give 'em up (I give 'em up)
Ten bands on the 'fit, hoes, they say I do too much (I do too much)
They digging this shit like a grave (grave)
Can't do nothing 'less I'm getting paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways
Walk through the back, all the bitches amazed (amazed)
Condo by lane it's the mall in
Ain't no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
(?) all white gold, I'm no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the (?)
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
High school, had a bomb in my (?)
Middle school, had that Tec in my locker
I ain't had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle
Rose gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rose gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a punka (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (sex)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)
Maserati coupe, it's a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
(?) all white gold, I'm no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the (?)
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
High school, had a bomb in my (?)
Middle school, had that Tec in my locker
I ain't had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle
I'ma dance, I was sexin yo' mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked 'em, we don't care 'bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rose gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rose gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a punka (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)
Maserati coupe, it's a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
(?) all white gold, I'm no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the (?)
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
High school, had a bomb in my (?)
Middle school, had that Tec in my locker
I ain't had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I'm only 'bout that lingo
That's the beauty of it, (?) then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo' bitch, I'm tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain't bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like (?) pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
(?) all white gold, I'm no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the (?)
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
Tesla truck (truck)
Yeah, we young and rich, don't give a f*ck (give no f*ck)
Heckler Koch (Koch)
Four five shell, yeah, they gon' live for more
Can't wife no thot (wife no thot)
I just f*ck 'em then I give 'em up (I give 'em up)
Ten bands on the 'fit, hoes, they say I do too much (I do too much)
They digging this shit like a grave (grave)
Can't do nothing 'less I'm getting paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways
Walk through the back, all the bitches amazed (amazed)
Condo by lane it's the mall in
Ain't no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
(?) all white gold, I'm no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the (?)
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
High school, had a bomb in my (?)
Middle school, had that Tec in my locker
I ain't had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle
Rose gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rose gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a punka (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Kenneth Gilmore, Arnold Martinez, Sergio Kitchens, Dyamond Hudson, Matthew Edward Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bubbly
Wheezy outta here
[Young Thug]
My career 'bout to blast like bubbly
I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me
I can tell she f*ck with me, man, trust me
I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor
I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah)
You stay in your feelings, you never my boy
I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy
Another body drop and they screamin' my name
I'm goin' to L.A. on a private plane
Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah)
I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paid
Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face
Pull up too deep like a f*ckin' parade
Old jealous-ass niggas tryna f*ck up my pay (Ha)
Blast off, Rolls-Royce Cullinan rain (Broke niggas)
I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherf*ckin' chains (Chains)
This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it, I come through this motherf*cker plain (Woah)
I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (Yeah) and Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face
I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah, yeah)
[Travis Scott]
Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin'
The SVR still livin' deranged (Yeah)
I want her, she wanted the same
Hit 'em both same time, both glad that they came (It's lit)
Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained
Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh)
Tat' a logo on the back of my brain
Don't ask me what the f*ck am I thinkin'
Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank
Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit)
Area 29, got it lookin' like space
Houston, it's a problem way we bustin' up faces and shit
I came with the snakes, no squids (Straight up)
I broke out the game with a 456
She lovin' the fest', I see it
She lovin' the fest' (Straight up, straight up)
Yeah, I see it on her face, and I'm lovin' that body
In lace, I know you lovin' Spider and Jack
Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love yourself, take shots with me
If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait)
[Drake]
YSL'll put a nigga six feet
I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please"
Me and lil' Thugger on fleek
Now that lil' ho wanna meet, ayy
What, what, what, what?
F*ck her on beat
OVO life not cheap
I'm a young boy too T'd
Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh God, I'm geeked
Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak
Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6, man, it's bigger than me
Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'
I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me-
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ride in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
Rockin' her bed and the headboard
What, what, what, what?
Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
Park at the regular airport
You stay in your feelings, was never my boy
[Young Thug]
My career 'bout to blast like bubbly
I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me
I can tell she f*ck with me, man, trust me
I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor
I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah)
You stay in your feelings, you never my boy
I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy
Another body drop and they screamin' my name
I'm goin' to L.A. on a private plane
Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah)
I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paid
Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face
Pull up too deep like a f*ckin' parade
Old jealous-ass niggas tryna f*ck up my pay (Ha)
Blast off, Rolls-Royce Cullinan rain (Broke niggas)
I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherf*ckin' chains (Chains)
This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it, I come through this motherf*cker plain (Woah)
I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (Yeah) and Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face
I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah, yeah)
[Travis Scott]
Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin'
The SVR still livin' deranged (Yeah)
I want her, she wanted the same
Hit 'em both same time, both glad that they came (It's lit)
Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained
Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh)
Tat' a logo on the back of my brain
Don't ask me what the f*ck am I thinkin'
Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank
Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit)
Area 29, got it lookin' like space
Houston, it's a problem way we bustin' up faces and shit
I came with the snakes, no squids (Straight up)
I broke out the game with a 456
She lovin' the fest', I see it
She lovin' the fest' (Straight up, straight up)
Yeah, I see it on her face, and I'm lovin' that body
In lace, I know you lovin' Spider and Jack
Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love yourself, take shots with me
If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait)
[Drake]
YSL'll put a nigga six feet
I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please"
Me and lil' Thugger on fleek
Now that lil' ho wanna meet, ayy
What, what, what, what?
F*ck her on beat
OVO life not cheap
I'm a young boy too T'd
Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh God, I'm geeked
Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak
Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6, man, it's bigger than me
Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'
I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me-
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ride in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford
Rockin' her bed and the headboard
What, what, what, what?
Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
Park at the regular airport
You stay in your feelings, was never my boy
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jacques Webster, Aubrey Graham, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dylan Clearly-Kell, Ronald LaTour
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Road Rage
(Taurus)
Hopscotchin' through the street, I'm tryin' not to fall
She pray to God I make it home before tomorrow mornin'
I'm tryna tell her to pick a Rollie but she don't care at all
I'm carin' 'bout my drank, my portion's what I'm comin' for
I been keepin' up with my city
High performance on my jacket, Rolls-Royce truck for extra fifty
Just incase I run into her, I'm tryin' my best to stay spiffy, yeah
See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl, oh yeah
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl
Every time they call in, young nigga ballin'
I went from tellin' them to try me, to callin' shots
And I wanna know what's on your mind, what you're thinkin' 'bout
And I wanna know if I can change it, let's take you out
Private flight to France, such a change in trends
I bought her a Richard, now she dance like ants in her pants
Red and white diamonds on my mans, he an ambulance
Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch
He said his last two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner and seen my bros gettin' rich
Signed another check for a couple million on a jet
Swear to God, 2006, my sickest dream was buyin' a 'Vette
Bought that shit and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Gettin' them bales up by the metric ton, hit up feds or somethin'
Bought a Bentley with a credit card, it's the blackened one
I got shows way in Hong Kong, I'm the chosen one
You frozen tongue, you won't say it twice, I'll great you with a gun, nigga
See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl, oh yeah
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl
Hopscotchin' through the street, I'm tryin' not to fall
She pray to God I make it home before tomorrow mornin'
I'm tryna tell her to pick a Rollie but she don't care at all
I'm carin' 'bout my drank, my portion's what I'm comin' for
I been keepin' up with my city
High performance on my jacket, Rolls-Royce truck for extra fifty
Just incase I run into her, I'm tryin' my best to stay spiffy, yeah
See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl, oh yeah
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl
Every time they call in, young nigga ballin'
I went from tellin' them to try me, to callin' shots
And I wanna know what's on your mind, what you're thinkin' 'bout
And I wanna know if I can change it, let's take you out
Private flight to France, such a change in trends
I bought her a Richard, now she dance like ants in her pants
Red and white diamonds on my mans, he an ambulance
Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch
He said his last two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner and seen my bros gettin' rich
Signed another check for a couple million on a jet
Swear to God, 2006, my sickest dream was buyin' a 'Vette
Bought that shit and then I wrecked and then I copped another one
Smoked forty-one, this your last batch and I got more to come
Gettin' them bales up by the metric ton, hit up feds or somethin'
Bought a Bentley with a credit card, it's the blackened one
I got shows way in Hong Kong, I'm the chosen one
You frozen tongue, you won't say it twice, I'll great you with a gun, nigga
See the pussies on the sideline wishin' that I fall
Pull the skeletons out the closet, I'm 'bout to tell it all
Just want my money, my hoes and all my kids to ball
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl
Yeah, I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl, oh yeah
I'm road ragin' to the millions if I have to crawl
Writer: Ismo Kari, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Taurus Bucy Jr. Currie
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Faces
This is what you need (hey)
I came with plenty (racks)
This is what you need
Wear my heart (heart), on my sleeve (hey)
Sit me down, baby, tell me where to be
Cross my heart, the door ajar unless it's Bentley
Say, when I wanna turn my back, don't go knock on my dawg door (yeah, yeah)
I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (yeah)
Ayy sis, spendin' it up
Okay, you beat your cases and you don't have to sell the can now (sell the can now)
And her f*ckin' ring look like the Grand Slam (whoa)
Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley just to transit (whoa)
Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out
Lost thirty million this year and that's with the shows out (whoa)
I told 'em put the rest of it up, we got to hold out
Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out where my show spot
Racist, pockets full of big faces
Get you paid quick
Walk up on 'em and just face it (baow)
Open cases, guess they thought I was somethin' to play with (woo)
Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (woo)
Tryna rob you, chances are slimmer than shady (yeah)
She got her hair long with the Maisons on, no basic (oh yeah, yeah)
She got me thinkin' everybody 'round me cheatin' (yeah)
These niggas basic, they need to face it
I'ma turn off the light
But tell me is you breathin'?
Tell me if you caught a fever
Strictly for cuttin' up every season (oh)
I took her out, seein' it changed me
I took her out, you know the pain, babe
You a hard headed nigga, yeah
F*ck all that though
No back and forth with them opp or them hatin' hoes
No back and forth with them opp 'bout your ratchet ass
I hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah
La-la-la, la-la-la
Ooh, ooh, na-na
I don't wanna get no crown
Blessed with her heartaches
My heart gone
I came with plenty (racks)
This is what you need
Wear my heart (heart), on my sleeve (hey)
Sit me down, baby, tell me where to be
Cross my heart, the door ajar unless it's Bentley
Say, when I wanna turn my back, don't go knock on my dawg door (yeah, yeah)
I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (yeah)
Ayy sis, spendin' it up
Okay, you beat your cases and you don't have to sell the can now (sell the can now)
And her f*ckin' ring look like the Grand Slam (whoa)
Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley just to transit (whoa)
Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out
Lost thirty million this year and that's with the shows out (whoa)
I told 'em put the rest of it up, we got to hold out
Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out where my show spot
Racist, pockets full of big faces
Get you paid quick
Walk up on 'em and just face it (baow)
Open cases, guess they thought I was somethin' to play with (woo)
Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (woo)
Tryna rob you, chances are slimmer than shady (yeah)
She got her hair long with the Maisons on, no basic (oh yeah, yeah)
She got me thinkin' everybody 'round me cheatin' (yeah)
These niggas basic, they need to face it
I'ma turn off the light
But tell me is you breathin'?
Tell me if you caught a fever
Strictly for cuttin' up every season (oh)
I took her out, seein' it changed me
I took her out, you know the pain, babe
You a hard headed nigga, yeah
F*ck all that though
No back and forth with them opp or them hatin' hoes
No back and forth with them opp 'bout your ratchet ass
I hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah
La-la-la, la-la-la
Ooh, ooh, na-na
I don't wanna get no crown
Blessed with her heartaches
My heart gone
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Leigh Vincent Elliott, Wesley Tyler Glass, Sean Aaron Momberger
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Droppin Jewels
(Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
(Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceilin'
Drop a body, and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch
I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong
I done got big, they record my life through a drone
I told my bitch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone
She like, "How the f*ck you ain't never wrote a song?"
Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong
You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone
Bought you a spot, now you don't never gotta go
Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him
You gotta go through this shit with your heart, you can't snooze on it
It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
I know you heard that old sayin' about bad fruit, homie
Huh, if you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em
If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy
I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body
I told my son he ain't a cheerleader but he might gotta catch a body
His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy
I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body
I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby
I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it
Now my cars and clothes exotic
Ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti
I been droppin' all my Vicks and now the FBI won't stop me
Got this shit on fire like Takis, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa
(Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
(Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceilin'
Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce
TV in the front of that motherf*cker like a tour bus
Spirit of Ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see
I told my bitch I was 'bout to go shoot up Treaster Tree
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard
I just bought a brand new coupe, and it's a black Jaguar
Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am
We gon' make us a pornstar video, new cam
I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps
I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps
Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am"
Got the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam
I got the sheets wet
Pick that lil' bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from B-X
Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah
It was dark, then I came to the light
I was poor, and now my doors suicide
I don't know how to make it right, right
Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
I don't care about you leavin' me
I got no time to try to make it right
I just hope you find another life
Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right (whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
(Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceilin'
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
(Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceilin'
Drop a body, and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch
I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong
I done got big, they record my life through a drone
I told my bitch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone
She like, "How the f*ck you ain't never wrote a song?"
Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong
You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone
Bought you a spot, now you don't never gotta go
Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him
You gotta go through this shit with your heart, you can't snooze on it
It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
I know you heard that old sayin' about bad fruit, homie
Huh, if you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em
If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy
I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body
I told my son he ain't a cheerleader but he might gotta catch a body
His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy
I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body
I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby
I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it
Now my cars and clothes exotic
Ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti
I been droppin' all my Vicks and now the FBI won't stop me
Got this shit on fire like Takis, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa
(Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
(Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceilin'
Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce
TV in the front of that motherf*cker like a tour bus
Spirit of Ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see
I told my bitch I was 'bout to go shoot up Treaster Tree
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard
I just bought a brand new coupe, and it's a black Jaguar
Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am
We gon' make us a pornstar video, new cam
I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps
I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps
Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am"
Got the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam
I got the sheets wet
Pick that lil' bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from B-X
Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah
It was dark, then I came to the light
I was poor, and now my doors suicide
I don't know how to make it right, right
Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
I don't care about you leavin' me
I got no time to try to make it right
I just hope you find another life
Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right (whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin', no intuition
(Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceilin'
Writer: Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Chandler Durham, Kyle Smith, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Matthew E. Charles
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Missing Link Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Missing Link Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fifth Day Dead
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah
Yeah, ooh, no
Tell me
Ooh no
Say, ooh, no
Yeah
Moncler coat, 'cause I'm the coldest out
I had twenty thousand pints sealed in a drought
Twelve bend the corner, me and the dawgs gettin' out
Got twenty-seven colors, this Versace couch
I got it from Birdman out of his Miami spot
I told the bitch don't call me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you rackin', big gold Patek's rose gold
White diamonds on my wrist, it's like my main bitch toes
I cut the top off of the Benz, that winter was cold
I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes
I got a lot of spots for recess for all my kids in the back
Playgrounds galore for teachers askin' why all of 'em brats
Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I throwed it to my dawgs, I told 'em fetch
F*ck over opps, they kids still shit the bed
I f*cked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock' 'cause ain't no red
Passport shawty, I can take this bitch places
High heel Chanel, oh, she rockin' big aces
A pussy nigga wishin' he could trade places
I told a nigga, "You must be kidding, I'm goin' Maison"
I called my watch stupid 'cause the time froze
150 for my tooth and when I find hoes
My niggas smoke Biscotti, not the pinecone
My nigga Jimbo did a dime, now he back home
I been countin' money all night long
Until my dawgs who can't fall off no more
I used to walk down, buyin' out the store
Her body was natural, now she plastic, she a barbie
Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I throwed it to my dawgs, I told 'em fetch
F*ck over opps, they kids still shit the bed
I f*cked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock' 'cause ain't no red
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah
Yeah, ooh, no
Tell me
Ooh no
Say, ooh, no
Yeah
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah
Yeah, ooh, no
Tell me
Ooh no
Say, ooh, no
Yeah
Moncler coat, 'cause I'm the coldest out
I had twenty thousand pints sealed in a drought
Twelve bend the corner, me and the dawgs gettin' out
Got twenty-seven colors, this Versace couch
I got it from Birdman out of his Miami spot
I told the bitch don't call me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you rackin', big gold Patek's rose gold
White diamonds on my wrist, it's like my main bitch toes
I cut the top off of the Benz, that winter was cold
I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes
I got a lot of spots for recess for all my kids in the back
Playgrounds galore for teachers askin' why all of 'em brats
Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I throwed it to my dawgs, I told 'em fetch
F*ck over opps, they kids still shit the bed
I f*cked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock' 'cause ain't no red
Passport shawty, I can take this bitch places
High heel Chanel, oh, she rockin' big aces
A pussy nigga wishin' he could trade places
I told a nigga, "You must be kidding, I'm goin' Maison"
I called my watch stupid 'cause the time froze
150 for my tooth and when I find hoes
My niggas smoke Biscotti, not the pinecone
My nigga Jimbo did a dime, now he back home
I been countin' money all night long
Until my dawgs who can't fall off no more
I used to walk down, buyin' out the store
Her body was natural, now she plastic, she a barbie
Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I throwed it to my dawgs, I told 'em fetch
F*ck over opps, they kids still shit the bed
I f*cked her hard, I put that bitch to bed
I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back five days and he was dead
I told him bring my skeletons out the shed
I been sippin' on Wock' 'cause ain't no red
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah, ooh, no
Yeah
Yeah, ooh, no
Tell me
Ooh no
Say, ooh, no
Yeah
Writer: Andrew Wotman, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Icy Hot
(Wheezy outta here)
She say I'm high as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy tucked, before she let me f*ck
I keep her in a box, she wanna spend my bucks
She said I'm fire as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot"
I said, "I'm icy hot," I said, "I'm icy hot"
She wanna land a punch, my pocket on croissants
I call lil' mama a thot, she call me icy hot
First of all, I've been in the trap for a lifetime
F*ck a Dawn, I've been spinnin' black just like night time
Above the law, I'm a motherf*ckin' outlaw
Fendi scarves, Louis Vuitton on my side clone, huh
Whoever get wet up again
They want me get fed up again
But I don't let up again
This fool better catch up, it's time to get wet up
Now I don't sweat up again
I ain't never let up again
Is you a bad bitch in a Mercedes? (Hey)
Is you a bad bitch in a Mercedes? (Hey)
They tried to burn the coupe, and I'ma trade it (they tried to)
My niggas into swoopin', they gon' make it (they into swoop)
They tried to kick me out, now it's disabled
I whip that Rolls-Royce like I'm a sailor (whip that Rolls-Royce)
I count up so much, I bleed from paper
I keep the fan and glizzy by my neighbor (at all times)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She say I'm high as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy tucked, before she let me f*ck
I keep her in a box, she wanna spend my bucks
She said I'm fire as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot"
I said, "I'm icy hot," I said, "I'm icy hot"
She wanna land a punch, my pocket on croissants
I call lil' mama a thot, she call me icy hot
He give me stove top, he go hibachi-ba
He gave me boba cob, threw my hitachi out
He lick my 'nani, ah, he call it cherry pie
He said my Tiger Balm, gave him that icy hot
I run shit, I'm lieutenant, I fly you to L.A
My jet look like the Jetsons, it's 2020, yeah
I feel like Abu Dhabi, I said, "Let's summer there"
He said I'm wifey type, he threw dick like bouquet
He call me Doja Rat, I chew through all his cheese
That's just the fifty carat, that's just a hundred G's
Freezer and brand new tap, no plumber for the leak
I wouldn't wish this heat on all my enemies
She say I'm high as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy tucked, before she let me f*ck
I keep her in a box, she wanna spend my bucks
She said I'm fire as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot"
I said, "I'm icy hot," I said, "I'm icy hot"
She wanna land a punch, my pocket on croissants
I call lil' mama a thot, she call me icy hot
High as f*ck, icy hot
Oh, mm-mm
Tuck, let me f*ck
In the box
Yeah-yeah
Fire as f*ck
Icy hot, icy hot, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, icy hot
She say I'm high as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy tucked, before she let me f*ck
I keep her in a box, she wanna spend my bucks
She said I'm fire as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot"
I said, "I'm icy hot," I said, "I'm icy hot"
She wanna land a punch, my pocket on croissants
I call lil' mama a thot, she call me icy hot
First of all, I've been in the trap for a lifetime
F*ck a Dawn, I've been spinnin' black just like night time
Above the law, I'm a motherf*ckin' outlaw
Fendi scarves, Louis Vuitton on my side clone, huh
Whoever get wet up again
They want me get fed up again
But I don't let up again
This fool better catch up, it's time to get wet up
Now I don't sweat up again
I ain't never let up again
Is you a bad bitch in a Mercedes? (Hey)
Is you a bad bitch in a Mercedes? (Hey)
They tried to burn the coupe, and I'ma trade it (they tried to)
My niggas into swoopin', they gon' make it (they into swoop)
They tried to kick me out, now it's disabled
I whip that Rolls-Royce like I'm a sailor (whip that Rolls-Royce)
I count up so much, I bleed from paper
I keep the fan and glizzy by my neighbor (at all times)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She say I'm high as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy tucked, before she let me f*ck
I keep her in a box, she wanna spend my bucks
She said I'm fire as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot"
I said, "I'm icy hot," I said, "I'm icy hot"
She wanna land a punch, my pocket on croissants
I call lil' mama a thot, she call me icy hot
He give me stove top, he go hibachi-ba
He gave me boba cob, threw my hitachi out
He lick my 'nani, ah, he call it cherry pie
He said my Tiger Balm, gave him that icy hot
I run shit, I'm lieutenant, I fly you to L.A
My jet look like the Jetsons, it's 2020, yeah
I feel like Abu Dhabi, I said, "Let's summer there"
He said I'm wifey type, he threw dick like bouquet
He call me Doja Rat, I chew through all his cheese
That's just the fifty carat, that's just a hundred G's
Freezer and brand new tap, no plumber for the leak
I wouldn't wish this heat on all my enemies
She say I'm high as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy tucked, before she let me f*ck
I keep her in a box, she wanna spend my bucks
She said I'm fire as f*ck, I said, "I'm icy hot"
I said, "I'm icy hot," I said, "I'm icy hot"
She wanna land a punch, my pocket on croissants
I call lil' mama a thot, she call me icy hot
High as f*ck, icy hot
Oh, mm-mm
Tuck, let me f*ck
In the box
Yeah-yeah
Fire as f*ck
Icy hot, icy hot, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, icy hot
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass, Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO
Love You More
No, I'm not tryin'
To be the last thing you see when you turn your light off
You're makin' me feel somethin'
But I know that it's wrong
Can't you see?
It's not who I wanna be, yeah
'Cause I love you more than anything
Oh, I love you more than anything
'Cause I love you more than anything
Oh, I love you more than anything
Hoping you call 'bout anything
I love when you call me about anything
I love how you don't doubt anything
Like I said, get anything
'Cause I love the way you call my phone
And textin' me, "Good morning"
Two shots of Patrón, and we sexin' 'til the morning
Hate when you don't cum, you done told a nigga it's corny
Walking 'round with an attitude, oh, I'm supposed to be in a party
Girl, you know I love you, ain't disrespect whenever I'm tardy
Walking 'round with a shoppin' cart, we tearing down Barney's
Oh, girl, I want you badly
'Cause I love you more than anything (go 'head, oh, go 'head)
Oh, I love you more than anything (love you more than anything, anything)
'Cause I love you more than anything (oh yeah, oh, oh)
Oh, I love you more than anything (more than any, more than anything)
Don't ask about petty things
Don't have to beg, she get anything
I love her bad, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I love you more than anything
Oh, I love you more than anything (love you more than anything, anything)
'Cause I love you more than anything (oh yeah, oh, oh)
Oh, I love you more than anything (More than any, more than anything)
(Metro)
Oh, yes, I love you, how I do you
Put you up, I want more for you
Grab my heart, so I hold you close
I won't let go of you
You the definition of loyal, and I know it's true
I give my heart to you
Hope you know love lost 'cause I love you
To be the last thing you see when you turn your light off
You're makin' me feel somethin'
But I know that it's wrong
Can't you see?
It's not who I wanna be, yeah
'Cause I love you more than anything
Oh, I love you more than anything
'Cause I love you more than anything
Oh, I love you more than anything
Hoping you call 'bout anything
I love when you call me about anything
I love how you don't doubt anything
Like I said, get anything
'Cause I love the way you call my phone
And textin' me, "Good morning"
Two shots of Patrón, and we sexin' 'til the morning
Hate when you don't cum, you done told a nigga it's corny
Walking 'round with an attitude, oh, I'm supposed to be in a party
Girl, you know I love you, ain't disrespect whenever I'm tardy
Walking 'round with a shoppin' cart, we tearing down Barney's
Oh, girl, I want you badly
'Cause I love you more than anything (go 'head, oh, go 'head)
Oh, I love you more than anything (love you more than anything, anything)
'Cause I love you more than anything (oh yeah, oh, oh)
Oh, I love you more than anything (more than any, more than anything)
Don't ask about petty things
Don't have to beg, she get anything
I love her bad, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I love you more than anything
Oh, I love you more than anything (love you more than anything, anything)
'Cause I love you more than anything (oh yeah, oh, oh)
Oh, I love you more than anything (More than any, more than anything)
(Metro)
Oh, yes, I love you, how I do you
Put you up, I want more for you
Grab my heart, so I hold you close
I won't let go of you
You the definition of loyal, and I know it's true
I give my heart to you
Hope you know love lost 'cause I love you
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jeffrey Nath Bhasker, Leland Tyler Wayne, Nathaniel Joseph Ruess, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hate The Game
I f*cked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Hopped out the Lamborghini, and she ate me
All this water on my sleeve, I need a jet ski
Hopped off a Delta to a private jet
Hopped out, Beretta, then I shot his neck (grah)
Green face AP, I'm 'bout to call it Shrek (green, green)
Throw me a baddie, and I caught the catch (go)
How you don't hate the game and hate me? (Me)
Lot of flaw and misconceptions what it be (yeah)
I done came back from the dust, wipe off the leaves (yeah)
I don't want none of these sluts from off the streets
I f*cked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw
A nigga gettin' so big, I gotta get drove 'round by the law
Got tattoos up her sleeve, we on a shoppin' spree
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
I just left the Cullinan up at Capaco (skrt, skrt)
Rolls-Royce sittin' on my wrist, and, yes, in plain gold (oh, oh)
I told that bitch, "Don't fall for that lil' chainsaw" (oh, oh)
Turn it on from off and cut your name out (yeah)
My watch and my rings and my chains cost (oh, oh)
My boxers and my tank, they done came off (oh, oh)
F*ck cops, 'til then I bang with my thang out (yeah)
I drank sauces, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
I f*cked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw
A nigga gettin' so big, I gotta get drove 'round by the law
Got tattoos up her sleeve, we on a shoppin' spree
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Hopped out the Lamborghini, and she ate me
All this water on my sleeve, I need a jet ski
Hopped off a Delta to a private jet
Hopped out, Beretta, then I shot his neck (grah)
Green face AP, I'm 'bout to call it Shrek (green, green)
Throw me a baddie, and I caught the catch (go)
How you don't hate the game and hate me? (Me)
Lot of flaw and misconceptions what it be (yeah)
I done came back from the dust, wipe off the leaves (yeah)
I don't want none of these sluts from off the streets
I f*cked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw
A nigga gettin' so big, I gotta get drove 'round by the law
Got tattoos up her sleeve, we on a shoppin' spree
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
I just left the Cullinan up at Capaco (skrt, skrt)
Rolls-Royce sittin' on my wrist, and, yes, in plain gold (oh, oh)
I told that bitch, "Don't fall for that lil' chainsaw" (oh, oh)
Turn it on from off and cut your name out (yeah)
My watch and my rings and my chains cost (oh, oh)
My boxers and my tank, they done came off (oh, oh)
F*ck cops, 'til then I bang with my thang out (yeah)
I drank sauces, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
I f*cked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw
A nigga gettin' so big, I gotta get drove 'round by the law
Got tattoos up her sleeve, we on a shoppin' spree
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Writer: Andrew Wotman, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Day Before
Yeah
Ayy
Listen
S-N-Double-O-P, I'm a dizz-op
Shit, he was talkin' brazy, I ain't lie, I knocked the nigga off
I ain't tryna give him a chance to kill me or take the stand on me
He know I just had a hundred thousand P's Saran'd on me
I had to hand out all the rooms so she can't say I molested
I tried to take back all the watches, rings, and the necklaces
She said I'm takin' full advantage 'cause I'm never stressin'
'Cause I had feelings for this girl that barely owned a residence
Don't get me wrong, 'cause it ain't nothing 'bout that money, nigga
I meant to tell you, since a kid, I been gettin' my own figures
I was bringin' in the racks and she was steady shoppin'
I'm talkin' big bills, all colors, nigga, Monopoly
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm sharper than the damn machete
Super different, I even stood out on my own partners
Since a kid, I been a dresser, Thousand Island
I was shittin', my diamonds green, piss, port-a-potty, whoa
Yeah
Bitch talk to me while I'm sleepin', yeah, yeah
Swimmin' in the linen like deep-end, yeah, yeah
All I never needed was a alibi, yeah, yeah
I don't need a motherf*ckin' reason, yeah
Out of mind, so I keep a pizzy
Everything a hundred, I don't ever leave it fifty, yeah
Did my own half-time, if I was simple
What the f*ck you think I'm rich for?
Why you think I'm always talkin' shit, with my hand on my dick?
In the crib, this bitch turn it to a strip show
It's what it is, though
Yeah, yeah, it's what it is, though, yeah, whoa
Leave me alone, take your ass home
If it ain't another million, I ain't pickin' up the phone
Phony motherf*ckers always sittin' on a throne
All I want's some pussy, baby, give a dog a bone, yeah, yeah
I don't need a lot, but I got a lot
I don't need a lot, but I got a lot, yeah
Two hundred for the whip in the parking lot
Everything cuttin', turn this shit into a barbershop
Swear I'm always shinin', couldn't tell you if it's dark or not
Just a couple things I thought about, yeah, yeah
Ayy
Listen
S-N-Double-O-P, I'm a dizz-op
Shit, he was talkin' brazy, I ain't lie, I knocked the nigga off
I ain't tryna give him a chance to kill me or take the stand on me
He know I just had a hundred thousand P's Saran'd on me
I had to hand out all the rooms so she can't say I molested
I tried to take back all the watches, rings, and the necklaces
She said I'm takin' full advantage 'cause I'm never stressin'
'Cause I had feelings for this girl that barely owned a residence
Don't get me wrong, 'cause it ain't nothing 'bout that money, nigga
I meant to tell you, since a kid, I been gettin' my own figures
I was bringin' in the racks and she was steady shoppin'
I'm talkin' big bills, all colors, nigga, Monopoly
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm sharper than the damn machete
Super different, I even stood out on my own partners
Since a kid, I been a dresser, Thousand Island
I was shittin', my diamonds green, piss, port-a-potty, whoa
Yeah
Bitch talk to me while I'm sleepin', yeah, yeah
Swimmin' in the linen like deep-end, yeah, yeah
All I never needed was a alibi, yeah, yeah
I don't need a motherf*ckin' reason, yeah
Out of mind, so I keep a pizzy
Everything a hundred, I don't ever leave it fifty, yeah
Did my own half-time, if I was simple
What the f*ck you think I'm rich for?
Why you think I'm always talkin' shit, with my hand on my dick?
In the crib, this bitch turn it to a strip show
It's what it is, though
Yeah, yeah, it's what it is, though, yeah, whoa
Leave me alone, take your ass home
If it ain't another million, I ain't pickin' up the phone
Phony motherf*ckers always sittin' on a throne
All I want's some pussy, baby, give a dog a bone, yeah, yeah
I don't need a lot, but I got a lot
I don't need a lot, but I got a lot, yeah
Two hundred for the whip in the parking lot
Everything cuttin', turn this shit into a barbershop
Swear I'm always shinin', couldn't tell you if it's dark or not
Just a couple things I thought about, yeah, yeah
Writer: Donte Lamar Perkins, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Malcolm James McCormick, Zachary Farache
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Punk is the second studio album by American rapper Young Thug. It was released on October 15, 2021, through YSL Records and is distributed by Atlantic Records and 300 Entertainment. The album contains guest appearances from Strick, J. Cole, T-Shyne, Gunna, Future, BSlime, Post Malone, ASAP Rocky, Lil Double 0, Drake, Travis Scott, Doja Cat, Nate Ruess, Jeff Bhasker, alongside the late Juice Wrld and Mac Miller. The production on the album was handled by a variety of record producers, including T-Minus, Metro Boomin, Kanye West, Pi'erre Bourne, Wheezy, Oz, Louis Bell, and Watt, among others.
Punk received generally positive reviews from music critics and was a commercial success. The album was supported by the single, "Bubbly". It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 90,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
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Young ThugPunk received generally positive reviews from music critics and was a commercial success. The album was supported by the single, "Bubbly". It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 90,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 62:50
Released: October 15th, 2021
Year: 2021