(Who Made This Shit?)
(Taytay Made The Beat) look, look, I'm coming
I'm cut from a different cloth from these niggas, you heard me?
Ay, you pussy-ass niggas (Playboy on this bitch but he ain't playin' though)
Got it out the street, we got it out the mud (uh)
Trap house trapped out, a whole lot of trafficking (hold on)
I got that heroin, for my bro investing packs
Big knots, big knots, get that money, and I stack it
F*ck that bitch come out the Hills, I want the one that's ratchet (slime)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout where you catch me at, you know I got my iron
They catch me with this blick on me, I'm gon' get plenty f*ckin' time
What it is? This Big Slime, they gon' lock me on that line
While up in jail, thousand goblins, get me a Smith & Wesson knife
You f*ck with him, I f*ck with you, you waste my time, you down bad
You told me lies, I kept it real and, bitch, I always had yo' back
Them niggas shot up my whole car, BaBa got them up off my ass
I know you heard about that story of that pussy pumping gas
Point him out, I got him out, bust that right, stay right here
He got filled up, boaw, boaw
Bitch, you know you hit at us
Missed, you should've had some luck
Vest on, all in Walmart
I got this Beretta tucked and plus my wife gon' fire something
Let's do it, nigga
I'm with that, ol' pussy ass nigga, let's get straight to it, nigga
Bitch, I bust them, bust back (wow, wow)
Got them racks on me, got that strap on me
Got lil' baby on me, but she know that I'm a slime
Got these chains dancing on me
I got my momma totin' the heat
I got my sister with that blick
My whole fam' a murder tree
Seven million, wasn't no fee, my f*ckin' house it wasn't cheap
I want him shot all in his mouth the way they did bro in the street (in the street)
Check the way I walk, I pop these Xans, the cut like me (oh, whoa)
I spray the whole f*ckin' car soon as they pulled off, leave (oh, whoa)
I'ma shoot a video on top of racks soon as they let me free, yeah (yeah)
Pussy nigga, that's yo' ass (uh), you try one game wit' me (yeah)
I f*ck with shawty, and she f*ck with me, huh
I'm from the bottom, where we throw your body in the sea
Who gon' keep it trill with me? Who gon' really have my back?
YoungBoy, why you act like that? 'Cause I'll never trust yo' ass (wow)
(Got them racks on me, got that strap on me)
(Got lil' baby on me, but she know that I'm a slime)
(Got these chains dancing on me)
(I got my momma totin' the heat)
(I got my sister with that blick)
(My whole fam' a murder tree)
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - More Leaks Album Lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - More Leaks Lyrics
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Jarrian Durrell Thompson, Tavian Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Rich Junkie
(B Noise is in his bag, ay)
(Killer going crazy)
(Simo Fre just killed it)
Hm, look, look, look
I just popped a 30 perc, .45 by the couch
The f*ck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn ya ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, nigga, f*ck ya ass
'Cause I been that nigga, make her get her out her body
Slap you wit' this pistol or I'll bat you with this bottle, huh
I've been on that shit that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
I'm in this car with Three tryna get at somethin'
He know to drive and not to crash 'cause I'ma hit at somethin'
Bang bang, bang bang, back to back
Pussy niggas throwin' slangs, 'til they checked
What about all that shit that you was talking? I'm tryna hear 'bout that
Shoot that bitch all in his motherf*ckin' face tats, nigga
F*ck ya clique, y'all niggas pussy, we them real gravediggers
Probably vibe with me, if you ever see me do my f*ckin' ritual
You a body, if I ever catch your pussy-ass slipping (look)
I just popped the 30 perc, .45 by the couch
The f*ck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn ya ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, nigga, f*ck ya ass
'Cause I been that nigga, make her get her out her body
Slap you wit' this pistol or bat you with this bottle, huh
I've been on that shit that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one, 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
These niggas be sipping and sipping
They lying, I know they ain't drinkin' no red
Know they wanna be like me, richest, yeah, told me what ya said
You pussy niggas ain't got more riches, boy ya left for dead
I ain't pullin' all my money out, go ask the f*cking feds
Big knots, big knots, and they all blue guap
We ain't showing them little ass twenties, niggas, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I jus' wan' start it off with shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, nigga, for to bust something
Big knots, big knots, and they all blue guap
We ain't showing them little ass twenties, niggas, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I jus' wan' start it off with shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, nigga, for to bust something, huh
Ol' bitch-ass
I've been seeing, I've been seeing these bitch-ass niggas
Talkin' 'bout, "Put it on the floor"
All on, all in they pictures
Bitch-ass nigga, it's already on head
The f*ck you talking 'bout, boy?
It's 4KTrey, nobody safe, gang
I just popped the 30 perc, .45 by the couch
The f*ck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn ya ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, nigga, f*ck ya ass
'Cause I been that nigga, make her get her out her body
Slap you wit' this pistol or bat you with this bottle, huh
I've been on that shit that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
(Killer going crazy)
(Simo Fre just killed it)
Hm, look, look, look
I just popped a 30 perc, .45 by the couch
The f*ck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn ya ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, nigga, f*ck ya ass
'Cause I been that nigga, make her get her out her body
Slap you wit' this pistol or I'll bat you with this bottle, huh
I've been on that shit that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
I'm in this car with Three tryna get at somethin'
He know to drive and not to crash 'cause I'ma hit at somethin'
Bang bang, bang bang, back to back
Pussy niggas throwin' slangs, 'til they checked
What about all that shit that you was talking? I'm tryna hear 'bout that
Shoot that bitch all in his motherf*ckin' face tats, nigga
F*ck ya clique, y'all niggas pussy, we them real gravediggers
Probably vibe with me, if you ever see me do my f*ckin' ritual
You a body, if I ever catch your pussy-ass slipping (look)
I just popped the 30 perc, .45 by the couch
The f*ck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn ya ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, nigga, f*ck ya ass
'Cause I been that nigga, make her get her out her body
Slap you wit' this pistol or bat you with this bottle, huh
I've been on that shit that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one, 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
These niggas be sipping and sipping
They lying, I know they ain't drinkin' no red
Know they wanna be like me, richest, yeah, told me what ya said
You pussy niggas ain't got more riches, boy ya left for dead
I ain't pullin' all my money out, go ask the f*cking feds
Big knots, big knots, and they all blue guap
We ain't showing them little ass twenties, niggas, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I jus' wan' start it off with shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, nigga, for to bust something
Big knots, big knots, and they all blue guap
We ain't showing them little ass twenties, niggas, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I jus' wan' start it off with shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, nigga, for to bust something, huh
Ol' bitch-ass
I've been seeing, I've been seeing these bitch-ass niggas
Talkin' 'bout, "Put it on the floor"
All on, all in they pictures
Bitch-ass nigga, it's already on head
The f*ck you talking 'bout, boy?
It's 4KTrey, nobody safe, gang
I just popped the 30 perc, .45 by the couch
The f*ck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn ya ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, nigga, f*ck ya ass
'Cause I been that nigga, make her get her out her body
Slap you wit' this pistol or bat you with this bottle, huh
I've been on that shit that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
Writer: Ben Noyes, Kentrell Gaulden, Nicolo Zangheri, Simone Di Franco
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Jingle Bells
Uh
Yeah, Top, baow, nigga
What?
I get to stepping on shit (yeah)
I got your back, hold on get back
Plat-plat-plat-plat, since Phat Phat (yeah)
I'm on yo' ass, you gon' get whacked
I want you smashed, I bet that
I say my prayers ain't been answered
I'll hold a bitch for ransom (Lil Top, nigga)
I'll put your pussy ass on the news (yeah, bitch)
I'm talking knocked from out your shoes, bitch
Get blues'd bitch, I cock it, boom
I'm making toons, I bet I'll make you move, bitch
I come equipped, check out this Drac', this bitch here got a cool kit
Play with my name, I let it bang
This bitch here got a loop kit
Check out that Tyler, I got him wildin'
All he know is shoot shit
Put Taaka Vodka in my bottle, need that boost to boot with
I came through swerving in that 'burban, playing all my new shit
I was getting dirty, was screaming murder talking with my new bitch
This shit ain't for kids, hold on
Jingle bell, jingle bell
Who gon' die today?
Hold on, my 5's come, ain't nobody safe
Take yo' face off with my K
It's 4KTrey
On some big wheels with big steel
Come f*ck with me, nigga
Lil' bitch, it been real, get ya clique killed
I'm still with it, nigga
They don't care how I feel, I'm too trill
I'm Hilfiging, nigga
Big house on top the hill, how I live like a f*cking gravedigger
You get caught up in that car, whoever in get slayed with you, yeah
F*ck 'round and get dead, boy, hit all in your head, boy
I go too hard, me and my squad get put in fed cars, boom
And get hit all in your dreads 'bout what you said boy (ooh)
Mama I see that ain't no love for me, it's up with me, don't come for me
Oh you think that you could f*ck with me? Get rolled on, now go to sleep
Go to far, can't find no peace
We gon' tie your mama up, you bitch, until you come to me
Demon seed, it's dumb with me, yeah yeah
Them Goblins run down now they aiming at your head
Bitch, what you said?
Ratchet-ass nigga, I ain't have a wife, I don't need a bed, yeah, yeah
Bitch, wanna play, I'ma have Dej whoop her head
Send the police up to my place, by the next day yo' daddy dead, mh-mh
Sixty million, I want that money I'm on they ass, bitch, mh
They talk that shit, I ain't never been tried inside the Parish
Loose lipping with that bitch, she come and tell me like a parrot
I'll tear the extension out her wig
She do one thing, know I'm gon' flash
It's a trap, they be trapped out together, competition with that paper
Me and B bang out together, he the only one could save ya
Say it with your chest
This pussy nigga playing under the table
Better come correct, you know I'm known to send you to your maker
No matter how rich I get, I'm Northside nigga, I'm a jiggalator
I'm a rapper slayer, gon' get 'em now or later
Shit, what it is? I ain't got no chill
I'm on them bars like they Now and Laters
Run down when I creep on 'em I bust, he get annihilated
I got your back, hold on get back
Plat-plat-plat-plat, since Phat Phat (yeah)
I'm on yo' ass, you gon' get whacked
I want you smashed, I bet that
I say my prayers ain't been answered
I'll hold a bitch for ransom (Lil Top, nigga)
I'll put your pussy ass on the news (yeah, bitch)
Yeah, Top, baow, nigga
What?
I get to stepping on shit (yeah)
I got your back, hold on get back
Plat-plat-plat-plat, since Phat Phat (yeah)
I'm on yo' ass, you gon' get whacked
I want you smashed, I bet that
I say my prayers ain't been answered
I'll hold a bitch for ransom (Lil Top, nigga)
I'll put your pussy ass on the news (yeah, bitch)
I'm talking knocked from out your shoes, bitch
Get blues'd bitch, I cock it, boom
I'm making toons, I bet I'll make you move, bitch
I come equipped, check out this Drac', this bitch here got a cool kit
Play with my name, I let it bang
This bitch here got a loop kit
Check out that Tyler, I got him wildin'
All he know is shoot shit
Put Taaka Vodka in my bottle, need that boost to boot with
I came through swerving in that 'burban, playing all my new shit
I was getting dirty, was screaming murder talking with my new bitch
This shit ain't for kids, hold on
Jingle bell, jingle bell
Who gon' die today?
Hold on, my 5's come, ain't nobody safe
Take yo' face off with my K
It's 4KTrey
On some big wheels with big steel
Come f*ck with me, nigga
Lil' bitch, it been real, get ya clique killed
I'm still with it, nigga
They don't care how I feel, I'm too trill
I'm Hilfiging, nigga
Big house on top the hill, how I live like a f*cking gravedigger
You get caught up in that car, whoever in get slayed with you, yeah
F*ck 'round and get dead, boy, hit all in your head, boy
I go too hard, me and my squad get put in fed cars, boom
And get hit all in your dreads 'bout what you said boy (ooh)
Mama I see that ain't no love for me, it's up with me, don't come for me
Oh you think that you could f*ck with me? Get rolled on, now go to sleep
Go to far, can't find no peace
We gon' tie your mama up, you bitch, until you come to me
Demon seed, it's dumb with me, yeah yeah
Them Goblins run down now they aiming at your head
Bitch, what you said?
Ratchet-ass nigga, I ain't have a wife, I don't need a bed, yeah, yeah
Bitch, wanna play, I'ma have Dej whoop her head
Send the police up to my place, by the next day yo' daddy dead, mh-mh
Sixty million, I want that money I'm on they ass, bitch, mh
They talk that shit, I ain't never been tried inside the Parish
Loose lipping with that bitch, she come and tell me like a parrot
I'll tear the extension out her wig
She do one thing, know I'm gon' flash
It's a trap, they be trapped out together, competition with that paper
Me and B bang out together, he the only one could save ya
Say it with your chest
This pussy nigga playing under the table
Better come correct, you know I'm known to send you to your maker
No matter how rich I get, I'm Northside nigga, I'm a jiggalator
I'm a rapper slayer, gon' get 'em now or later
Shit, what it is? I ain't got no chill
I'm on them bars like they Now and Laters
Run down when I creep on 'em I bust, he get annihilated
I got your back, hold on get back
Plat-plat-plat-plat, since Phat Phat (yeah)
I'm on yo' ass, you gon' get whacked
I want you smashed, I bet that
I say my prayers ain't been answered
I'll hold a bitch for ransom (Lil Top, nigga)
I'll put your pussy ass on the news (yeah, bitch)
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Lazerick Doniel Seymour, Michael Roberge
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
5 Night
We get the drop on a nigga
You know I'ma flip him, you know that he through (yeah)
F*ck that lil' nigga, we kill him
You know I don't feel him, I even wanna step on the crew
Take somethin' from who? You get shot in your shit
Call the police, say you was 'bout it too
All the way (ain't scared of these pussy ass niggas)
Trippin' that pussy ass nigga get down
Hangin' out the car tryna' gun somethin' down (whoa, whoa)
Half a mil on me with a hundred somethin' rounds
(huh, with a hundred somethin' rounds)
Young nigga f*ck around, play, you'll never get found (he'll never get found)
(Slimeto)
Look, f*ck a punchline nigga, that's a hollow
F*ck where you been nigga 'cause I ain't follow ('cause I ain't-)
Come to my house, at this bitch like I'm Pablo (Pablo)
Like push his head, they never gon' find
Cherish my wife I'm insurin' her body
F*ck with her too, had to flood her with diamonds (flood her with-)
Chain like fruit loops, tryna walk you back too
F*ckin' 'em both, I ain't never gon' chase you
If you f*ck up my play, I'll f*ck around and spray you
Lil shorty look like, I'll buy her a chain too
Pussy ass nigga, went and bought her a Range too
Playin' with the slime, f*ck nigga, I'll stain you
My shit, I'ma pop it
My gear is exotic, don't f*ck in exotic, I tatt up my body
I catch me a body, I'll jos off, I'm 'bout it
Don't f*ck with these niggas, I'll shoot up your body
Hundred round stick
I sent Ten in that bitch
You a threat, get you hit (hit)
I've been leadin' this bitch, since the day I came in
I'ma kill me a bitch if they plottin' on this
Momma slime shit, gotta buy her a Benz (buy him a B-)
F*ck it, have Teelee go buy us sticks
Know YoungBoy got the bitch on Xans
Bitch wanna f*ck, went and got her a pic
We too real in this bitch (bitch)
Ken, I ain't got no B-Real on this bitch
Test me bitch, you'll die on temptin' (die)
Lil Ben upgraded from Ten, it's Fifty (no way)
Shit them prices temptin' (okay)
Bitch won't survive nine like 50 (huh)
Nigga you'll die, you tempt me (tempt)
10 M deposit, you ain't never gon' get me (huh)
I'll get you whacked on the 10-speed
Oh (blrrdt)
Pussy ass nigga, wait, lil' Top boy (oh-oh, yeah)
I came in this motherf*cker, I ain't worried (ooh, ah-ah)
I'm strapped down (whoa)
How they want do it? (Go)
Let me know (slime, slime)
All my life, I've been keepin' that pistol on me (hm, hm, hmmm)
Old pussy ass nigga, you done heard on scene (hm, hm, hmmm)
Come try, probably got your main bitch with me
Got Three in the back and he hittin' that ho from the side (hm, hm, hmmm)
Slip past, lil' nigga don't run up on me
In this bitch right now with a big .45 (hm, hm, hmmm)
I ain't never going broke, go and tell them lil' nigga
I've been havin' this shit, can't have it right now (oh, oh)
We get the drop on a nigga
You know I'ma flip him, you know that he through (yeah)
F*ck that lil' nigga, we kill him
You know I don't feel him, I even wanna step on the crew
Take somethin' from who? You get shot in your shit
Call the police, say you was 'bout it too
All the way (Ain't scared of these pussy ass niggas)
Trippin' that pussy ass nigga get down
Hangin' out the car tryna' gun somethin' down (whoa, whoa)
Half a mil on me with a hundred somethin' rounds
(huh, with a hundred somethin' rounds)
Young nigga f*ck around, play, you'll never get found (he'll never get found)
(Slimeto)
You know I'ma flip him, you know that he through (yeah)
F*ck that lil' nigga, we kill him
You know I don't feel him, I even wanna step on the crew
Take somethin' from who? You get shot in your shit
Call the police, say you was 'bout it too
All the way (ain't scared of these pussy ass niggas)
Trippin' that pussy ass nigga get down
Hangin' out the car tryna' gun somethin' down (whoa, whoa)
Half a mil on me with a hundred somethin' rounds
(huh, with a hundred somethin' rounds)
Young nigga f*ck around, play, you'll never get found (he'll never get found)
(Slimeto)
Look, f*ck a punchline nigga, that's a hollow
F*ck where you been nigga 'cause I ain't follow ('cause I ain't-)
Come to my house, at this bitch like I'm Pablo (Pablo)
Like push his head, they never gon' find
Cherish my wife I'm insurin' her body
F*ck with her too, had to flood her with diamonds (flood her with-)
Chain like fruit loops, tryna walk you back too
F*ckin' 'em both, I ain't never gon' chase you
If you f*ck up my play, I'll f*ck around and spray you
Lil shorty look like, I'll buy her a chain too
Pussy ass nigga, went and bought her a Range too
Playin' with the slime, f*ck nigga, I'll stain you
My shit, I'ma pop it
My gear is exotic, don't f*ck in exotic, I tatt up my body
I catch me a body, I'll jos off, I'm 'bout it
Don't f*ck with these niggas, I'll shoot up your body
Hundred round stick
I sent Ten in that bitch
You a threat, get you hit (hit)
I've been leadin' this bitch, since the day I came in
I'ma kill me a bitch if they plottin' on this
Momma slime shit, gotta buy her a Benz (buy him a B-)
F*ck it, have Teelee go buy us sticks
Know YoungBoy got the bitch on Xans
Bitch wanna f*ck, went and got her a pic
We too real in this bitch (bitch)
Ken, I ain't got no B-Real on this bitch
Test me bitch, you'll die on temptin' (die)
Lil Ben upgraded from Ten, it's Fifty (no way)
Shit them prices temptin' (okay)
Bitch won't survive nine like 50 (huh)
Nigga you'll die, you tempt me (tempt)
10 M deposit, you ain't never gon' get me (huh)
I'll get you whacked on the 10-speed
Oh (blrrdt)
Pussy ass nigga, wait, lil' Top boy (oh-oh, yeah)
I came in this motherf*cker, I ain't worried (ooh, ah-ah)
I'm strapped down (whoa)
How they want do it? (Go)
Let me know (slime, slime)
All my life, I've been keepin' that pistol on me (hm, hm, hmmm)
Old pussy ass nigga, you done heard on scene (hm, hm, hmmm)
Come try, probably got your main bitch with me
Got Three in the back and he hittin' that ho from the side (hm, hm, hmmm)
Slip past, lil' nigga don't run up on me
In this bitch right now with a big .45 (hm, hm, hmmm)
I ain't never going broke, go and tell them lil' nigga
I've been havin' this shit, can't have it right now (oh, oh)
We get the drop on a nigga
You know I'ma flip him, you know that he through (yeah)
F*ck that lil' nigga, we kill him
You know I don't feel him, I even wanna step on the crew
Take somethin' from who? You get shot in your shit
Call the police, say you was 'bout it too
All the way (Ain't scared of these pussy ass niggas)
Trippin' that pussy ass nigga get down
Hangin' out the car tryna' gun somethin' down (whoa, whoa)
Half a mil on me with a hundred somethin' rounds
(huh, with a hundred somethin' rounds)
Young nigga f*ck around, play, you'll never get found (he'll never get found)
(Slimeto)
Writer: Kentrell DeSean Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cut Throat
Look here, bitch, ay
I'ma kill yo' stupid ass (Skeeo, you crazy)
And then I'ma murder them too, you heard me?
You already know how I get down, I'ma do ya' dirty
(K4 produced it)
I got them baby tens and baby sheeps, nigga
And if you see somethin', cut clean and then it come from 3
Pussy talking 'bout that he gon' murder me
How we sprayed the whip and left you stretched out in the street (bitch)
Bitch, I'm a B out that B, know nothin' but keep this shit G
Know that you know I zipped that nasty bitch from playin' 'round with me
I sit back saw that's who gettin' in her mind
She was playin' with the slime
Murder weapon tore up they whole section, bitch, go catch it now
Ooh, God, I'm so scarred
I'm tryna send a bitch to yo' front door
I'm in my backyard cutting billy goats by the throat, ooh
I heard they tellin' cops on me, no they can't stop nothin'
I'll have big Junior run down with that choppa, and he pop somethin'
You pussy niggas cut from window, I create that hot summer
Fiendin' for blood, murder my medicine, I'm tryna rock somethin'
Hang out the window, let that .30 burst
I'm out my mind, I'll have them slimes come and wet up the church
These hoes been tryna take what I done earned
You'll get your motherf*cking head bust, what you deserve
Before my fame me and B spinnin' curbs
I got my Father on my right and got the Devil on my left
I talk to both of em' through the night like
"Who wanna put somethin' on a shelf?" All for me
And I promise for to glorify your name all through the streets
Bitch play with me, I'll leave yo' momma in the street
I'm Murda Man, ahh, ooh
This pussy nigga want a song and I just wanna bust his f*cking brain
Ahh (bow, bow-bow-bow, bow), Top, I can't be tamed
That be my time after dark, it's gon' go down 'bout my shark
That nasty bitch a fan of all my opps, get hit with that saw
I'm in a mansion in Los Angeles, I'm pressin' that tar
Bro put five holes inside your head soon as they press up your car
Momma, the reaper got me, they ain't saw what I done saw
Momma, them people on me, they tryna inject my arm
Security soon as they hit Gravedigger Mountain ring the alarm
Why the f*ck Deja left this mountain, knowin' they gon' come?
Them niggas know I ain't scared, you better leave Lil Top dead
Bitch hit me all in my head, heard what the f*ck that I said
You in my city bangin' blue, I'm tryna leave ya ass red
I have Blueblack come work that tool, he say he know where you stay
I keep a gun like I'm Waun, or jack yo' ass like I'm Guss
Bitch, this that fam I'm screaming, "NBA," it's murder with us
Mane, tell them bitches take this off my leg, to hit Toys-R-Us
Tryna spend a bundle of my money, fix my bond with my son
I got them baby tens and baby sheeps, nigga
And if you see somethin', cut clean and then it come from 3
Pussy talking 'bout that he gon' murder me
How we sprayed the whip and left you stretched out in the street (bitch)
Bitch, I'm a B out that B, know nothin' but keep this shit G
Know that you know I zipped that nasty bitch from playin' 'round with me
I sit back saw that's who gettin' in her mind
She was playin' with the slime
Murder weapon tore up they whole section, bitch, go catch it now
Bitch play with me, I'll leave yo' momma in the street
I'm Murda Man, ahh, ooh
This pussy nigga want a song and I just wanna bust his f*cking brain
Ahh (bow, bow-bow-bow, bow), Top, I can't be tamed
Be spending daylight in dark, it's gon' go down by my heart
I said, "I'm strictly richly sippin', ion' know shit bout no bars"
They say K2 make me dangerous, I stopped that shit it was hard
I'm clearly thinking, I say, "Leave that nigga dead in his yard"
I say, "I'm in here with my crazy man, he gon' have them hittas' slangin' thangs"
All behind his daddy name, bust that nigga f*cking brain
She'd give a cutter to Kayden too, tryna play me, I f*ck over you
Them bitches wearing my camo, but can't cut up like a soldier do
Remote control that pussy boy, I heard they controlling you
Hit that boy up with a combo, cutter kick like Jimmy Lou
I don't watch the news, who the f*ck is you?
I'm having dreams 'bout getting you hit, bitch, I'm gon' murder you, baow
Make that pussy cool, please do it cruel
That rapper started hating on me, he ain't make it through
Yo' BM beat that pussy blue, I'd probably sign her too
I ain't trusting not a f*cking thing, play see what I do
Ooh, God, I'm so scarred
I'm tryna send a bitch to yo' front door
I'm in my backyard cutting billy goats by the throat, ooh
Bitch play with me, I'll leave yo' momma in the street
I'm Murda Man, ahh, ooh
This pussy nigga want a song and I just wanna bust his f*cking brain
Ahh (bow, bow-bow-bow, bow), Top, I can't be tamed
You heard me? Top I can't be tamed nigga
(K4 produced it) I get at shit man, you heard me?
I been plucking 'em back to back
Pussy-ass nigga, f*ck you (Skeeo you crazy)
I'ma kill yo' stupid ass (Skeeo, you crazy)
And then I'ma murder them too, you heard me?
You already know how I get down, I'ma do ya' dirty
(K4 produced it)
I got them baby tens and baby sheeps, nigga
And if you see somethin', cut clean and then it come from 3
Pussy talking 'bout that he gon' murder me
How we sprayed the whip and left you stretched out in the street (bitch)
Bitch, I'm a B out that B, know nothin' but keep this shit G
Know that you know I zipped that nasty bitch from playin' 'round with me
I sit back saw that's who gettin' in her mind
She was playin' with the slime
Murder weapon tore up they whole section, bitch, go catch it now
Ooh, God, I'm so scarred
I'm tryna send a bitch to yo' front door
I'm in my backyard cutting billy goats by the throat, ooh
I heard they tellin' cops on me, no they can't stop nothin'
I'll have big Junior run down with that choppa, and he pop somethin'
You pussy niggas cut from window, I create that hot summer
Fiendin' for blood, murder my medicine, I'm tryna rock somethin'
Hang out the window, let that .30 burst
I'm out my mind, I'll have them slimes come and wet up the church
These hoes been tryna take what I done earned
You'll get your motherf*cking head bust, what you deserve
Before my fame me and B spinnin' curbs
I got my Father on my right and got the Devil on my left
I talk to both of em' through the night like
"Who wanna put somethin' on a shelf?" All for me
And I promise for to glorify your name all through the streets
Bitch play with me, I'll leave yo' momma in the street
I'm Murda Man, ahh, ooh
This pussy nigga want a song and I just wanna bust his f*cking brain
Ahh (bow, bow-bow-bow, bow), Top, I can't be tamed
That be my time after dark, it's gon' go down 'bout my shark
That nasty bitch a fan of all my opps, get hit with that saw
I'm in a mansion in Los Angeles, I'm pressin' that tar
Bro put five holes inside your head soon as they press up your car
Momma, the reaper got me, they ain't saw what I done saw
Momma, them people on me, they tryna inject my arm
Security soon as they hit Gravedigger Mountain ring the alarm
Why the f*ck Deja left this mountain, knowin' they gon' come?
Them niggas know I ain't scared, you better leave Lil Top dead
Bitch hit me all in my head, heard what the f*ck that I said
You in my city bangin' blue, I'm tryna leave ya ass red
I have Blueblack come work that tool, he say he know where you stay
I keep a gun like I'm Waun, or jack yo' ass like I'm Guss
Bitch, this that fam I'm screaming, "NBA," it's murder with us
Mane, tell them bitches take this off my leg, to hit Toys-R-Us
Tryna spend a bundle of my money, fix my bond with my son
I got them baby tens and baby sheeps, nigga
And if you see somethin', cut clean and then it come from 3
Pussy talking 'bout that he gon' murder me
How we sprayed the whip and left you stretched out in the street (bitch)
Bitch, I'm a B out that B, know nothin' but keep this shit G
Know that you know I zipped that nasty bitch from playin' 'round with me
I sit back saw that's who gettin' in her mind
She was playin' with the slime
Murder weapon tore up they whole section, bitch, go catch it now
Bitch play with me, I'll leave yo' momma in the street
I'm Murda Man, ahh, ooh
This pussy nigga want a song and I just wanna bust his f*cking brain
Ahh (bow, bow-bow-bow, bow), Top, I can't be tamed
Be spending daylight in dark, it's gon' go down by my heart
I said, "I'm strictly richly sippin', ion' know shit bout no bars"
They say K2 make me dangerous, I stopped that shit it was hard
I'm clearly thinking, I say, "Leave that nigga dead in his yard"
I say, "I'm in here with my crazy man, he gon' have them hittas' slangin' thangs"
All behind his daddy name, bust that nigga f*cking brain
She'd give a cutter to Kayden too, tryna play me, I f*ck over you
Them bitches wearing my camo, but can't cut up like a soldier do
Remote control that pussy boy, I heard they controlling you
Hit that boy up with a combo, cutter kick like Jimmy Lou
I don't watch the news, who the f*ck is you?
I'm having dreams 'bout getting you hit, bitch, I'm gon' murder you, baow
Make that pussy cool, please do it cruel
That rapper started hating on me, he ain't make it through
Yo' BM beat that pussy blue, I'd probably sign her too
I ain't trusting not a f*cking thing, play see what I do
Ooh, God, I'm so scarred
I'm tryna send a bitch to yo' front door
I'm in my backyard cutting billy goats by the throat, ooh
Bitch play with me, I'll leave yo' momma in the street
I'm Murda Man, ahh, ooh
This pussy nigga want a song and I just wanna bust his f*cking brain
Ahh (bow, bow-bow-bow, bow), Top, I can't be tamed
You heard me? Top I can't be tamed nigga
(K4 produced it) I get at shit man, you heard me?
I been plucking 'em back to back
Pussy-ass nigga, f*ck you (Skeeo you crazy)
Writer: Kayshaun McLean, Kentrell Gaulden, Maurice Jordan, Seth Love
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
On Me
Got to come different, mane
This ain't for you, this is any heartbeat
Loving you deeply, you don't know what that cost me
You like how I love, I guess you f*cked me
Can we drink coffee?
Early morning
Real expensive shit
You not in distance when I sleep
You don't love me, bitch, you want my cheese
I ain't talkin' 'bout you, I'm talkin' 'bout me
Hold up, bro, he lost his soul
He whipped that pole, died in the street
I'ma whip that pole out in the street
And spray around at all the people (brrt), oh
Take these pills all day, I got to make sure that I ate, uh
Take her meds all day, I'm buyin' her more than some Bape (Slimeto)
We gon' stalk your ass all day, until we get a chance to spray
Huh, huh, that's them hitters, huh
Bond out all my niggas
F*ck that shit, I'll buy new Hemis
Buying drums for all my hitters
Cooking that shit up, look like
Cooking that heroin, look like fritter
I'll make her press it, nigga
Over ten pens inside the river
Give me a pen, I'll deal with 'em
Dog pen, I beat ya nigga
Play wit' me, this shit get critical
Two Glocks, they identical
Bat you in yo' shit, you ain't gon' fight back, you ain't physical
You don't wan' see me in defensive mode
I'll shoot at your face, yeah
Youngboy beat that case, yeah
Maybach', high speed chase, wop
Put a bitch inside her place
Big .45, no mace
Camo when my album run
Gems on top of all my jeans
Beams on bottom, all these guns
Switch as well, get blick, you tell
Red inside my tub again
Now I just play rich as hell
I don't know where your soul gone
I told you a hold on long time ago
I told you once before, I had your back
And you turned it 'round
On me, got that check
On me, got that TEC
On me, I got yo' bitch
On me, I got that shit
On me, I got that stick
Come run up on me (on me), I'ma dump that bitch
I'ma blow at somethin' (on me), I been poppin' that shit
Pull up (on me), make 'em stop it, yeah
Followin' up then I cop it
It's Issey Miyake, I know they gon' jock it
Putting her in it, you know I'm a buy it
Put up with the bitch 'til the time I get tired
Planning on switching all my rides
I done built up my interest
I done switched out my linen, I'm turnt up wit' all these bitches
And I've been in it for a minute
They want me finished, I ain't stoppin'
I've been winning since I've been on
Rap competition, I hit with that choppa
Seen that I hit him from a distance, yeah
I'll send somethin' to the doctor
I'm paying attention over all these meds
Yeah, I'll make your ho pop roxies
High off the mojo, I ain't stopping
Nah for real, this shit K2
Now it's time you know we drop somethin'
I got the drop, I'm sendin' 'em through
Let them shots off, we gon' pop something
They know just how we do
Had that whole crew, but I took two
F*cked on yo' friend, now I want you (on me)
Take these pills all day, I gotta make sure that I ate, uh (on me)
Take her meds all day, I'm buyin' her more than some Bape (Slimeto, on me)
We gon stalk yo' ass all day until we get a chance to spray
Huh, huh (on me)
That's them hitters, huh (on me)
Bond out all my niggas (on me)
On me, got that check
On me, got that TEC
On me, I got yo' bitch
On me
On me, I got that stick
Come run up on me (on me), I'ma dump that bitch
I'ma blow at somethin' (on me)
On me, yeah
This ain't for you, this is any heartbeat
Loving you deeply, you don't know what that cost me
You like how I love, I guess you f*cked me
Can we drink coffee?
Early morning
Real expensive shit
You not in distance when I sleep
You don't love me, bitch, you want my cheese
I ain't talkin' 'bout you, I'm talkin' 'bout me
Hold up, bro, he lost his soul
He whipped that pole, died in the street
I'ma whip that pole out in the street
And spray around at all the people (brrt), oh
Take these pills all day, I got to make sure that I ate, uh
Take her meds all day, I'm buyin' her more than some Bape (Slimeto)
We gon' stalk your ass all day, until we get a chance to spray
Huh, huh, that's them hitters, huh
Bond out all my niggas
F*ck that shit, I'll buy new Hemis
Buying drums for all my hitters
Cooking that shit up, look like
Cooking that heroin, look like fritter
I'll make her press it, nigga
Over ten pens inside the river
Give me a pen, I'll deal with 'em
Dog pen, I beat ya nigga
Play wit' me, this shit get critical
Two Glocks, they identical
Bat you in yo' shit, you ain't gon' fight back, you ain't physical
You don't wan' see me in defensive mode
I'll shoot at your face, yeah
Youngboy beat that case, yeah
Maybach', high speed chase, wop
Put a bitch inside her place
Big .45, no mace
Camo when my album run
Gems on top of all my jeans
Beams on bottom, all these guns
Switch as well, get blick, you tell
Red inside my tub again
Now I just play rich as hell
I don't know where your soul gone
I told you a hold on long time ago
I told you once before, I had your back
And you turned it 'round
On me, got that check
On me, got that TEC
On me, I got yo' bitch
On me, I got that shit
On me, I got that stick
Come run up on me (on me), I'ma dump that bitch
I'ma blow at somethin' (on me), I been poppin' that shit
Pull up (on me), make 'em stop it, yeah
Followin' up then I cop it
It's Issey Miyake, I know they gon' jock it
Putting her in it, you know I'm a buy it
Put up with the bitch 'til the time I get tired
Planning on switching all my rides
I done built up my interest
I done switched out my linen, I'm turnt up wit' all these bitches
And I've been in it for a minute
They want me finished, I ain't stoppin'
I've been winning since I've been on
Rap competition, I hit with that choppa
Seen that I hit him from a distance, yeah
I'll send somethin' to the doctor
I'm paying attention over all these meds
Yeah, I'll make your ho pop roxies
High off the mojo, I ain't stopping
Nah for real, this shit K2
Now it's time you know we drop somethin'
I got the drop, I'm sendin' 'em through
Let them shots off, we gon' pop something
They know just how we do
Had that whole crew, but I took two
F*cked on yo' friend, now I want you (on me)
Take these pills all day, I gotta make sure that I ate, uh (on me)
Take her meds all day, I'm buyin' her more than some Bape (Slimeto, on me)
We gon stalk yo' ass all day until we get a chance to spray
Huh, huh (on me)
That's them hitters, huh (on me)
Bond out all my niggas (on me)
On me, got that check
On me, got that TEC
On me, I got yo' bitch
On me
On me, I got that stick
Come run up on me (on me), I'ma dump that bitch
I'ma blow at somethin' (on me)
On me, yeah
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
86 Prayers
(Berge always flexin')
(My nigga Brando been sick with it)
(Say Brando, what this hittin' for?)
Lil Top, nigga
F*ck 'em
It's Alice Grandson
They know I'm thugging, nigga (ha, look, look)
I don't need no help, put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah
All of them people that done left, left me out here by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt
Bitch, you better get some help on a sneaky night
I'm coming for they ass (baow, baow)
Paid that bitch that bag then they left, left me f*cked up, no help
I just wonder why they do a nigga bad?
How I let this happen? Watch my money subtracting
Got them youngins, trynna blast shit for that bag, it get nasty
For Lil Top, they wet your block, they slang that stick off a banshee
F*ck this rap, I punch the clock, I slang that stick at your mammy, lil' boy
It ain't pretty but fancy, lil' boy
My life it get tragic, lil' boy
Don't tell me shit about my actions, you ain't feel or saw what I done saw
Or going through what I'm going through, now look what this done come to
Slept together, but you know just if you cross me I would slump you
Or I'll do you like Big Dump do, I'll tear your whole car up
I done told 'em as a child you bitches, don't want f*cking war wit' us
He claimed that he an ape, but clique got ate, soon as he started us
I grew up on that 8' north concentrate, I'll get you slaughtered, thug
She know that they was f*cking girl, hate that I call her my mama
Lied inside my grandma face and I know that that's a problem
I've been trying my f*cking hardest not to hit somethin' wit' that choppa
Turn myself into the Dada, know once I start that ain't stopping
I don't need no help, put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah (man, talk that shit)
All of them people that done left, left me out here by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt
Bitch, you better get some help on a sneaky night
I'm coming for they ass (baow, baow)
Paid that bitch that bag then they left, left me f*cked up, no help
I just wonder why they do a nigga bad?
That choppa sound gon' knock 'em down (brr)
Now get up, bitch
Boy, you ain't never been cut for this, you grew up thinking with your dick
I never sold I was on drugs, I was the one who sending hits
Pussy shot my momma son and then I got his brother split
I flew that bitch out on a jet, she used that flex for some motion
They know I'm hurt, I'm try'n get loaded, they don't wanna bring me no potion
On my fake page, I been scoping, bitch, I picked up that notice
Tell Sherhonda I need a Honda, I'm way too dirty for Lotus'
Half my whole family out that bottom, thug
Same section they stepped on my cuz
And I barely talked to his mama 'cause I seen that they ain't got no love
Lil Top, I'm a f*cking thug, my son, it's running through his blood
Demon baby, I go crazy and I train him for to let off slugs
Bitch, don't try to play me, you'd die tonight, nigga
It ain't a night that I don't think about taking away my life, nigga
Lose or win, I fight, nigga, I heard you known to stand down
Slept with my knife ain't have it on me, I tore it down in that dome, you pussy boy
I don't need no help, put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah
All of them people that done left, left me out here by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt
Bitch, you better get some help on a sneaky night
I'm coming for they ass (baow, baow)
Paid that bitch that bag then they left, left me f*cked up, no help
I just wonder why they do a nigga bad?
Ahh
Lil' Top, nigga
How you feeling youngin', how you been doing?
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I hope you keeping your head up out there nigga (slime)
You know they trynna bring you down
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
All I need is a choppa, Jason, I don't need no help, nigga
They left me outchea by myself (ay, ay, YoungBoy)
(You can't f*ck with me) pussy motherf*cker
Desean
(My nigga Brando been sick with it)
(Say Brando, what this hittin' for?)
Lil Top, nigga
F*ck 'em
It's Alice Grandson
They know I'm thugging, nigga (ha, look, look)
I don't need no help, put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah
All of them people that done left, left me out here by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt
Bitch, you better get some help on a sneaky night
I'm coming for they ass (baow, baow)
Paid that bitch that bag then they left, left me f*cked up, no help
I just wonder why they do a nigga bad?
How I let this happen? Watch my money subtracting
Got them youngins, trynna blast shit for that bag, it get nasty
For Lil Top, they wet your block, they slang that stick off a banshee
F*ck this rap, I punch the clock, I slang that stick at your mammy, lil' boy
It ain't pretty but fancy, lil' boy
My life it get tragic, lil' boy
Don't tell me shit about my actions, you ain't feel or saw what I done saw
Or going through what I'm going through, now look what this done come to
Slept together, but you know just if you cross me I would slump you
Or I'll do you like Big Dump do, I'll tear your whole car up
I done told 'em as a child you bitches, don't want f*cking war wit' us
He claimed that he an ape, but clique got ate, soon as he started us
I grew up on that 8' north concentrate, I'll get you slaughtered, thug
She know that they was f*cking girl, hate that I call her my mama
Lied inside my grandma face and I know that that's a problem
I've been trying my f*cking hardest not to hit somethin' wit' that choppa
Turn myself into the Dada, know once I start that ain't stopping
I don't need no help, put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah (man, talk that shit)
All of them people that done left, left me out here by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt
Bitch, you better get some help on a sneaky night
I'm coming for they ass (baow, baow)
Paid that bitch that bag then they left, left me f*cked up, no help
I just wonder why they do a nigga bad?
That choppa sound gon' knock 'em down (brr)
Now get up, bitch
Boy, you ain't never been cut for this, you grew up thinking with your dick
I never sold I was on drugs, I was the one who sending hits
Pussy shot my momma son and then I got his brother split
I flew that bitch out on a jet, she used that flex for some motion
They know I'm hurt, I'm try'n get loaded, they don't wanna bring me no potion
On my fake page, I been scoping, bitch, I picked up that notice
Tell Sherhonda I need a Honda, I'm way too dirty for Lotus'
Half my whole family out that bottom, thug
Same section they stepped on my cuz
And I barely talked to his mama 'cause I seen that they ain't got no love
Lil Top, I'm a f*cking thug, my son, it's running through his blood
Demon baby, I go crazy and I train him for to let off slugs
Bitch, don't try to play me, you'd die tonight, nigga
It ain't a night that I don't think about taking away my life, nigga
Lose or win, I fight, nigga, I heard you known to stand down
Slept with my knife ain't have it on me, I tore it down in that dome, you pussy boy
I don't need no help, put a nigga on a shelf
I got bodies on my belt, yeah, yeah
All of them people that done left, left me out here by myself
I got tired, I can't help, now they sad
I say, all of the pain they made me felt
Bitch, you better get some help on a sneaky night
I'm coming for they ass (baow, baow)
Paid that bitch that bag then they left, left me f*cked up, no help
I just wonder why they do a nigga bad?
Ahh
Lil' Top, nigga
How you feeling youngin', how you been doing?
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I hope you keeping your head up out there nigga (slime)
You know they trynna bring you down
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
All I need is a choppa, Jason, I don't need no help, nigga
They left me outchea by myself (ay, ay, YoungBoy)
(You can't f*ck with me) pussy motherf*cker
Desean
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, LaBrandon Robertson, Michael Roberge
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Trap 101
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
Woke up out my sleep at 1AM (BNYX)
I poured up mud
I was just watching the clock, man
I don't give a f*ck 'bout where she-
Strive the graveyard, nigga this YB
Tryna catch a nigga O.P. (opp)
I was ridin' G-Wagon, with a dirty-ass chain
But a nigga look so neat (Top)
I don't even talk to the bitch, I get tired of the ho
But she still be on me (yeah)
Barely even ride with the stick, but the ho real long
We don't f*ck with the police (nah)
Still don't wan' go let me travel
They think they lil' changes been stopping my money (no)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout the bitch
I'ma send my mouth, then go kill me somethin' (kill)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout yo' clique
We gon' separate the house like a drill or somethin' (brrt)
Hop out that motherf*ckin' Lambo and it came with exhaust (skrrt, vroom)
I don't really care what she said
Put my dick in her mouth (dick in her mouth)
I'm the one tired of them mansions (tired)
So I bought a brand new house (brand new house)
Kept the same stick that killed yo' mans
And I put it at my grandpa house (grandpa house)
Know YoungBoy got the bitch on Xans
And I'm clearing out all the cost (all the cost)
We take them sticks and we fill up a van (yeah)
We take them sticks and we taking ya off (yeah)
Top first, paint my face, bitch, stop (yeah)
Herm waiting outside the show, come out (come out, pussy)
Woke up out my sleep, it was 1AM and I poured up mud (mud)
I was just watching the clock
I don't even care 'bout where the bitch was
Swear to God, forever live my motherf*ckin' life just like a thug (thug)
I sent the 5 with a chopper
Soon as I heard they was in the club (soon as I heard)
Bitch, doing all that popping
The stupid-ass ho 'bout to get herself drugged
Knife on my face, I'm a gravedigger (grave)
I'm a made man and I made niggas (made)
Bring up a hit, know I'm paying somethin'
Already know I ain't playing with ya (I ain't playing)
Wanna hit in his face like a hundred times (bah)
I went to war like a hundred times (bah)
I'm with that shit, you get put on your dick
I'ma walk in that bitch with a hundred slimes (slime)
Pushing a tank, bitch (bitch)
Up in my rank, bitch (up in my rank)
I ain't got my gun, acting like you want do somethin'
Get hit with a shank, G
Thinking about it, seducing a nigga, get hit with a shot (bah)
Already know every time that I do somethin'
They callin' the cops (they callin' the cops)
I came back from the dead
It was 1AM and I poured up mud (mud)
I was just watching the clock
I ain't give one f*ck 'bout where the bitch was, promise
I swear to God
Forever I'm living my motherf*cking life like a thug (slime, slime, thug)
I sent the 5 with a cutter
Soon as I heard they was inside the club, nigga
Big 4KTrey, I'm one of one (one of one)
Bitch-ass nigga, better have yo' gun
Glock with a switch, you get hit with a dub (yeah)
Already know I'ma keep me one (I'ma keep it)
Already know that I'm gone off drugs (drugs)
I was just waiting on a bitch to come (come)
Stupid-ass nigga, get hit in the club (club)
Try from his story, you gotta be dumb (ole-)
Lame-ass bitch, I'ma get the ho drugged (drugged)
Nigga get split, don't tell me nothin', bitch (bitch)
I'm the one lit, but they stay on my dick (but they stay on my dick)
Wherever we catch him at, that's where we killing that boy
(We catch him and we killing him, hit his ass up)
Forever 'til I die, nigga, be with that shit (I'ma be with that shit)
Young nigga so reckless that I'm the most ignorant that it get (Lil Top put up)
I don't even care what she say (I don't care)
I'm the one, tired of them mansions (tired of them mansions)
So I bought a brand new house (I don't even care)
Kept the same stick that killed yo' mans
And I put it at my grandpa house (put it at my papa house)
Know YoungBoy got the bitch on Xans
And I'm clearing out all the cost (all the cost)
We take them sticks and we fill up a van
We take them sticks and we taking ya off
Top first, paint my face, bitch, stop
Herm waiting outside the show, come out (come out)
Woke up out my sleep, it was 1AM and I poured up mud (mud)
I was just watching the clock
I don't even care 'bout where the bitch was (was)
Swear to God, forever live my motherf*ckin' life just like a thug
I sent the 5 with a chopper
Soon as I heard they was in the club
Bitch, doing all that popping
The stupid-ass ho 'bout to get herself drugged
Woke up out my sleep at 1AM (BNYX)
I poured up mud
I was just watching the clock, man
I don't give a f*ck 'bout where she-
Strive the graveyard, nigga this YB
Tryna catch a nigga O.P. (opp)
I was ridin' G-Wagon, with a dirty-ass chain
But a nigga look so neat (Top)
I don't even talk to the bitch, I get tired of the ho
But she still be on me (yeah)
Barely even ride with the stick, but the ho real long
We don't f*ck with the police (nah)
Still don't wan' go let me travel
They think they lil' changes been stopping my money (no)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout the bitch
I'ma send my mouth, then go kill me somethin' (kill)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout yo' clique
We gon' separate the house like a drill or somethin' (brrt)
Hop out that motherf*ckin' Lambo and it came with exhaust (skrrt, vroom)
I don't really care what she said
Put my dick in her mouth (dick in her mouth)
I'm the one tired of them mansions (tired)
So I bought a brand new house (brand new house)
Kept the same stick that killed yo' mans
And I put it at my grandpa house (grandpa house)
Know YoungBoy got the bitch on Xans
And I'm clearing out all the cost (all the cost)
We take them sticks and we fill up a van (yeah)
We take them sticks and we taking ya off (yeah)
Top first, paint my face, bitch, stop (yeah)
Herm waiting outside the show, come out (come out, pussy)
Woke up out my sleep, it was 1AM and I poured up mud (mud)
I was just watching the clock
I don't even care 'bout where the bitch was
Swear to God, forever live my motherf*ckin' life just like a thug (thug)
I sent the 5 with a chopper
Soon as I heard they was in the club (soon as I heard)
Bitch, doing all that popping
The stupid-ass ho 'bout to get herself drugged
Knife on my face, I'm a gravedigger (grave)
I'm a made man and I made niggas (made)
Bring up a hit, know I'm paying somethin'
Already know I ain't playing with ya (I ain't playing)
Wanna hit in his face like a hundred times (bah)
I went to war like a hundred times (bah)
I'm with that shit, you get put on your dick
I'ma walk in that bitch with a hundred slimes (slime)
Pushing a tank, bitch (bitch)
Up in my rank, bitch (up in my rank)
I ain't got my gun, acting like you want do somethin'
Get hit with a shank, G
Thinking about it, seducing a nigga, get hit with a shot (bah)
Already know every time that I do somethin'
They callin' the cops (they callin' the cops)
I came back from the dead
It was 1AM and I poured up mud (mud)
I was just watching the clock
I ain't give one f*ck 'bout where the bitch was, promise
I swear to God
Forever I'm living my motherf*cking life like a thug (slime, slime, thug)
I sent the 5 with a cutter
Soon as I heard they was inside the club, nigga
Big 4KTrey, I'm one of one (one of one)
Bitch-ass nigga, better have yo' gun
Glock with a switch, you get hit with a dub (yeah)
Already know I'ma keep me one (I'ma keep it)
Already know that I'm gone off drugs (drugs)
I was just waiting on a bitch to come (come)
Stupid-ass nigga, get hit in the club (club)
Try from his story, you gotta be dumb (ole-)
Lame-ass bitch, I'ma get the ho drugged (drugged)
Nigga get split, don't tell me nothin', bitch (bitch)
I'm the one lit, but they stay on my dick (but they stay on my dick)
Wherever we catch him at, that's where we killing that boy
(We catch him and we killing him, hit his ass up)
Forever 'til I die, nigga, be with that shit (I'ma be with that shit)
Young nigga so reckless that I'm the most ignorant that it get (Lil Top put up)
I don't even care what she say (I don't care)
I'm the one, tired of them mansions (tired of them mansions)
So I bought a brand new house (I don't even care)
Kept the same stick that killed yo' mans
And I put it at my grandpa house (put it at my papa house)
Know YoungBoy got the bitch on Xans
And I'm clearing out all the cost (all the cost)
We take them sticks and we fill up a van
We take them sticks and we taking ya off
Top first, paint my face, bitch, stop
Herm waiting outside the show, come out (come out)
Woke up out my sleep, it was 1AM and I poured up mud (mud)
I was just watching the clock
I don't even care 'bout where the bitch was (was)
Swear to God, forever live my motherf*ckin' life just like a thug
I sent the 5 with a chopper
Soon as I heard they was in the club
Bitch, doing all that popping
The stupid-ass ho 'bout to get herself drugged
Writer: Benjamin Saint Fort, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
GD Galaxy
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Whoa, hey (whoa)
Bitch, I came from space
Bitch, I'm born in space
Bitch, I need some space
I was on the Wockhardt, I pour out the bottle
All these bitches wanna know 'bout Nevada
They was talkin' 'bout I fell off but I'm ballin'
All these bitches just wan' live in my coffin
Top baby, Top
I just got a brand new Jag'
I just got a brand new ink, huh
I want a brand new Double R, nigga ain't rich like me
Pussy-ass nigga I want that boy
Got his whole clique extinct
Pussy-ass nigga, I don't like you boys
I kill you inside the streets
Me and Baba was totin' them straps and post at Busy B
Now lil' shawty wan' come over get busy with me
I been rollin' and rollin' she know what I need
I got straps inside this motherf*cker, hold up, whoa
I got packs in my backpack on side of my cutter
Get your ass whacked inside this motherf*cker, nigga, baow
I don't wanna f*ck tonight, I'm missing grandmother (ooh, ooh)
Ooh, huh, got these youngins sticked up, and they'll leave ya dead boy
I got these youngins sticked up, they'll hit y'all in ya head boy
Ridin' 'round in them big trucks, ridin' 'round in G-Wagon
I ain't never joined them
Nigga stop that cappin', let's do it (let's do it)
Yeah
Bae gon' f*ck on me (yeah, yeah), they will never be (whoa)
Bae wan' live with me (she do it), yeah, yeah
But I'll be alright. Baby, as soon as I call (pew, pew, pew)
Let 'em play with Lil Top baby, I'll knock they ass off, huh
Lit inside this bitch and I ain't doin' one thing for clout
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, bitch (I'm with that shit, my nigga)
Take that, take that, take that, Benz look like- (I'm with that shit, my nigga)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, bitch (I'm with that shit, young nigga)
Take that, take that, Benz look like a truck right now (I'm with-)
I don't care about that trippin', lil' nigga can get it
Catch 'em and I buy what I wanna
Nigga check how I kick it, that drank when I get it
Sip it, got a bitch from the bottom
Hit that bitch with them yougins with switches
They catch you slippin', hit it, callin' your honor
Motherf*ck every case, I'm just ready to beat it
Nigga, I got too much money
Whoa, hey (whoa)
Bitch, I came from space
Bitch, I'm born in space
Bitch, I need some space
I was on the Wockhardt, I pour out the bottle
All these bitches wanna know 'bout Nevada
They was talkin' 'bout I fell off but I'm ballin'
All these bitches just wan' live in my coffin
Top baby, Top
I just got a brand new Jag'
I just got a brand new ink, huh
I want a brand new Double R, nigga ain't rich like me
Pussy-ass nigga I want that boy
Got his whole clique extinct
Pussy-ass nigga, I don't like you boys
I kill you inside the streets
Me and Baba was totin' them straps and post at Busy B
Now lil' shawty wan' come over get busy with me
I been rollin' and rollin' she know what I need
Whoa, hey (whoa)
Bitch, I came from space
Bitch, I'm born in space
Bitch, I need some space
I was on the Wockhardt, I pour out the bottle
All these bitches wanna know 'bout Nevada
They was talkin' 'bout I fell off but I'm ballin'
All these bitches just wan' live in my coffin
Top baby, Top
I just got a brand new Jag'
I just got a brand new ink, huh
I want a brand new Double R, nigga ain't rich like me
Pussy-ass nigga I want that boy
Got his whole clique extinct
Pussy-ass nigga, I don't like you boys
I kill you inside the streets
Me and Baba was totin' them straps and post at Busy B
Now lil' shawty wan' come over get busy with me
I been rollin' and rollin' she know what I need
I got straps inside this motherf*cker, hold up, whoa
I got packs in my backpack on side of my cutter
Get your ass whacked inside this motherf*cker, nigga, baow
I don't wanna f*ck tonight, I'm missing grandmother (ooh, ooh)
Ooh, huh, got these youngins sticked up, and they'll leave ya dead boy
I got these youngins sticked up, they'll hit y'all in ya head boy
Ridin' 'round in them big trucks, ridin' 'round in G-Wagon
I ain't never joined them
Nigga stop that cappin', let's do it (let's do it)
Yeah
Bae gon' f*ck on me (yeah, yeah), they will never be (whoa)
Bae wan' live with me (she do it), yeah, yeah
But I'll be alright. Baby, as soon as I call (pew, pew, pew)
Let 'em play with Lil Top baby, I'll knock they ass off, huh
Lit inside this bitch and I ain't doin' one thing for clout
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, bitch (I'm with that shit, my nigga)
Take that, take that, take that, Benz look like- (I'm with that shit, my nigga)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, bitch (I'm with that shit, young nigga)
Take that, take that, Benz look like a truck right now (I'm with-)
I don't care about that trippin', lil' nigga can get it
Catch 'em and I buy what I wanna
Nigga check how I kick it, that drank when I get it
Sip it, got a bitch from the bottom
Hit that bitch with them yougins with switches
They catch you slippin', hit it, callin' your honor
Motherf*ck every case, I'm just ready to beat it
Nigga, I got too much money
Whoa, hey (whoa)
Bitch, I came from space
Bitch, I'm born in space
Bitch, I need some space
I was on the Wockhardt, I pour out the bottle
All these bitches wanna know 'bout Nevada
They was talkin' 'bout I fell off but I'm ballin'
All these bitches just wan' live in my coffin
Top baby, Top
I just got a brand new Jag'
I just got a brand new ink, huh
I want a brand new Double R, nigga ain't rich like me
Pussy-ass nigga I want that boy
Got his whole clique extinct
Pussy-ass nigga, I don't like you boys
I kill you inside the streets
Me and Baba was totin' them straps and post at Busy B
Now lil' shawty wan' come over get busy with me
I been rollin' and rollin' she know what I need
Writer: 2EZ, Benjamin Saint Fort, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Need A Doctor
(Berge always flexin')
Huh, ooh, ooh (yeah)
She keep on textin' me
K2, Xanax, and lean
I got a hit on me, I ain't got my vest on me
Now I'll sit here, gettin' high 'til the morning
I got a split with me, go and get that money
I need a doctor
'Cause I've been havin' sickness with that chopper
Got 'em blowing out the city, that's some shottas, baby
My life so busy, shit might drive you crazy
I'm screaming out, "Shack-a-lacka"
I don't talk about it, I don't reminisce about my dawg
And I got that dirty chopper from my partner and with it
He knocked 'bout four off
I'ma put his body on this roll call
Bitch, you said it's ours, this ain't your house
I'm tired of fighting with you, I'm high, why you?
Just take one or two, why you? Why you?
Flash out, went out
You know, what I should just close my mouth
I'll take one, but your-your mouth
Oh, yeah, gotta, gotta, I gotta take her down, oh yeah
Oh, ah
Passed around the room like that bitch got no legs
I'm scared to lose and it f*ck with my head
Locked in a stu', I might die in my bed
Drugs, I abused, I know you don't understand
I'm 'bout to pop me a deuce and take one Xan'
I might just f*ck around and fly me a Columbian
Toxic, told that bitch, "I got it," don't sit around tryna count my pockets, huh
Bitch, get out yo' body, make me get you off that molly
I'm gon' just start laughin' when yo' stupid-ass start cryin'
She keep on textin' me
K2, Xanax, and lean
I got a hit on me, I ain't got my vest on me
Now I'll sit here, gettin' high 'til the morning
I got a split with me, go and get that money
I need a doctor
'Cause I've been havin' sickness with that chopper
Got 'em blowing out the city, that's some shottas, baby
My life so busy, shit might drive you crazy (uh)
Huh, ooh, ooh (yeah)
She keep on textin' me
K2, Xanax, and lean
I got a hit on me, I ain't got my vest on me
Now I'll sit here, gettin' high 'til the morning
I got a split with me, go and get that money
I need a doctor
'Cause I've been havin' sickness with that chopper
Got 'em blowing out the city, that's some shottas, baby
My life so busy, shit might drive you crazy
I'm screaming out, "Shack-a-lacka"
I don't talk about it, I don't reminisce about my dawg
And I got that dirty chopper from my partner and with it
He knocked 'bout four off
I'ma put his body on this roll call
Bitch, you said it's ours, this ain't your house
I'm tired of fighting with you, I'm high, why you?
Just take one or two, why you? Why you?
Flash out, went out
You know, what I should just close my mouth
I'll take one, but your-your mouth
Oh, yeah, gotta, gotta, I gotta take her down, oh yeah
Oh, ah
Passed around the room like that bitch got no legs
I'm scared to lose and it f*ck with my head
Locked in a stu', I might die in my bed
Drugs, I abused, I know you don't understand
I'm 'bout to pop me a deuce and take one Xan'
I might just f*ck around and fly me a Columbian
Toxic, told that bitch, "I got it," don't sit around tryna count my pockets, huh
Bitch, get out yo' body, make me get you off that molly
I'm gon' just start laughin' when yo' stupid-ass start cryin'
She keep on textin' me
K2, Xanax, and lean
I got a hit on me, I ain't got my vest on me
Now I'll sit here, gettin' high 'til the morning
I got a split with me, go and get that money
I need a doctor
'Cause I've been havin' sickness with that chopper
Got 'em blowing out the city, that's some shottas, baby
My life so busy, shit might drive you crazy (uh)
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Michael Roberge
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Paparazzi
(K4 Produced It)
(I'm scared of this shit, Ralph)
(Went and got his gun)
Huh, whoa
Huh, whoa
Look, huh
White tee, in some dope boy Reeds, bitch, I'm a gangster (let's go)
Come from sticking shit, late night on a scene, but now I'm famous
Wake up for school, at the bus stop smoking weed, I'm smelling stanky (stanky)
Hit the block, take off the plate and then spin back, let youngin spank 'em
That's my life story, ridin' through the night, worried
They think this life glory (glory)
Hittas banging out the window, swipe his life, that be the right swerve
Spent six months in a group home
Now my crib look like a hotel (hotel)
I figure I can't do wrong
But they figure that I'm gon' fail
"Too much money to be up under a hotel," I'm like, "Oh, well"
They gon' leave me that first moment I go to jail
They be leaching, they can't get it, they might tell
This Cosa Nostra how I live
But I f*cked up, letting her in my home
And this shit real (and this shit real, my nigga died)
They ain't never seen me
They would've went told paparazzi (paparazzi)
They ain't never ran across YoungBoy
They would've tried they luck and popped him (popped him)
We ain't never ran across that boy
Would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets (pockets)
Make 'em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
And, bitch, that's how I'm rocking
But you know that though
All late night they spinnin' for to send 'em
But you know that though
I'm popping so these bitches in my business
But you know that though
I'm a f*cking villain with them millions
But they know that though
Ain't stopping and they know I'm thugging with it
But you know that though
And they know I'm coming with it and dumping with it
Tryna slump 'em with it, abort on mission
We gon' get 'em bitch believe that
Hold on, now shawty bounce that ass and throw it back
She see this cash, she acting bad
I'm loaded dirty with my clean ass
No mercy and I mean that (I mean that)
Grind hard to get a bigger bag
Grind hard, I say I'm dealing sorry
Boo left the house, ain't make it back
Stolen gats and stolo splats across the track (across the track)
One fact, you slip, yo hat gon' get put on a flat
Got a big sack, they know that though
Killer swag, killer flow
Miss my cousin Boo, I'm off the roof
Bitch, I'm in Zilla mode (Zilla mode)
From wind burn to cha-cha
Playing it's gon' go down
My lil' niggas bang that Trey Nawf 38
And hold they 4 down (and hold they 4 down)
They ain't never seen me
They would've went told paparazzi (paparazzi)
They ain't never ran across YoungBoy
They would've tried they luck and popped him (popped him)
We ain't never ran across that boy
Would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets (pockets)
Make 'em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
And, bitch, that's how I'm rocking
But you know that though
All late night they spinnin' for to send 'em
But you know that though
I'm popping so these bitches in my business
But you know that though
I'm a f*cking villain with them millions
But they know that though
Ain't stopping and they know I'm thugging with it
But you know that though
(K4 Produced It)
(I'm scared of this shit, Ralph)
(I'm scared of this shit, Ralph)
(Went and got his gun)
Huh, whoa
Huh, whoa
Look, huh
White tee, in some dope boy Reeds, bitch, I'm a gangster (let's go)
Come from sticking shit, late night on a scene, but now I'm famous
Wake up for school, at the bus stop smoking weed, I'm smelling stanky (stanky)
Hit the block, take off the plate and then spin back, let youngin spank 'em
That's my life story, ridin' through the night, worried
They think this life glory (glory)
Hittas banging out the window, swipe his life, that be the right swerve
Spent six months in a group home
Now my crib look like a hotel (hotel)
I figure I can't do wrong
But they figure that I'm gon' fail
"Too much money to be up under a hotel," I'm like, "Oh, well"
They gon' leave me that first moment I go to jail
They be leaching, they can't get it, they might tell
This Cosa Nostra how I live
But I f*cked up, letting her in my home
And this shit real (and this shit real, my nigga died)
They ain't never seen me
They would've went told paparazzi (paparazzi)
They ain't never ran across YoungBoy
They would've tried they luck and popped him (popped him)
We ain't never ran across that boy
Would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets (pockets)
Make 'em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
And, bitch, that's how I'm rocking
But you know that though
All late night they spinnin' for to send 'em
But you know that though
I'm popping so these bitches in my business
But you know that though
I'm a f*cking villain with them millions
But they know that though
Ain't stopping and they know I'm thugging with it
But you know that though
And they know I'm coming with it and dumping with it
Tryna slump 'em with it, abort on mission
We gon' get 'em bitch believe that
Hold on, now shawty bounce that ass and throw it back
She see this cash, she acting bad
I'm loaded dirty with my clean ass
No mercy and I mean that (I mean that)
Grind hard to get a bigger bag
Grind hard, I say I'm dealing sorry
Boo left the house, ain't make it back
Stolen gats and stolo splats across the track (across the track)
One fact, you slip, yo hat gon' get put on a flat
Got a big sack, they know that though
Killer swag, killer flow
Miss my cousin Boo, I'm off the roof
Bitch, I'm in Zilla mode (Zilla mode)
From wind burn to cha-cha
Playing it's gon' go down
My lil' niggas bang that Trey Nawf 38
And hold they 4 down (and hold they 4 down)
They ain't never seen me
They would've went told paparazzi (paparazzi)
They ain't never ran across YoungBoy
They would've tried they luck and popped him (popped him)
We ain't never ran across that boy
Would've whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets (pockets)
Make 'em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
And, bitch, that's how I'm rocking
But you know that though
All late night they spinnin' for to send 'em
But you know that though
I'm popping so these bitches in my business
But you know that though
I'm a f*cking villain with them millions
But they know that though
Ain't stopping and they know I'm thugging with it
But you know that though
(K4 Produced It)
(I'm scared of this shit, Ralph)
Writer: Kayshaun McLean, Kentrell Gaulden, Kenyon Derrell Cannon Jr., Maurice Jordan
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Dump Truck
Any last words?
(Berge Always Flexin)
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Woke up, got fresh today
I feel some type of way (type of way)
Feel some type of way so I got fresh today (I got fresh today)
One bitch gon' keep changing all my fees
One bitch gon' count the cake (count the cake)
Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my grits, this is Amazing Grace (hey, hey)
The money could fill up a dump truck (the money could fill up a dump truck)
These 4'Treys the gon' slump stuff (these 4'Treys they gon' rrt)
Toxic punk inside the Cybertruck (Cybertruck)
What the f*ck you mean? I drink that lean straight by the order cup
What the f*ck you mean?
New opps for my BM (top), check my bank, it say BM (top)
Now with a hunnid shots on bottom
Let it off soon as we see him (Lil Top)
Bitch wan' be my BM (yeah)
Free want meet them vultures (uh)
I'm gon' act a ass inside this foreign, soon as I lift the sport (skrrt)
Get so fresh, put on that Saint Laurent, just like Saint Laurent (let's get it)
Switches, bags, and most that got a scope, all these cryptic guns (hold on)
This shit out of hand
This shit out of hand
Stuff two hundreds thousand in boat
Bae, my pockets hurt my hands (huh)
Count up, Aston Martin, that's exactly how I'm feeling
New talk, they talking investments, please don't tell me that's for Bentley
Hide her away, you'll think that she spilling
Spilling and dripping, flood her like water
Got to go way back to the North to get this swag
This shit is not for order
Got to go way back to the North to rap like this, to trap like this
Smack that bih, I ain't even got to be 'round, that bag gon' give you it, shit
Double jump, my big brothers got the trap lit, keep it lit
Strive the slums
Know that youngin'll try something, so I'll keep my stick
Yessir (rrt)
If she out of hand (baow, baow)
This shit way out of hand, this shit be way out of hand
Getting way out of hand (hee)
This shit way out of hand
Getting way out of hand (I-)
I done popped too many Xans, too many Xans
Got way too many cars (slime)
I'm not that fast (whoa, whoa, whoa, okay)
Shot in yo' throat, huh
Talking 'bout that you want smoke (slime)
She could live in my home
But she say she want have her own
(Type of way)
Woke up, got fresh today
I feel some type of way (type of way)
Feel some type of way so I got fresh today (I got fresh today)
One bitch gon' keep changing all my fees
One bitch gon' count the cake (count the cake)
Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my grits, this is Amazing Grace (hey, hey)
The money could fill up a dump truck (the money could fill up a dump truck)
These 4'Treys the gon' slump stuff (these 4'Treys they gon' rrt)
Toxic punk inside the Cybertruck (Cybertruck)
What the f*ck you mean? I drink that lean straight by the order cup
What the f*ck you mean?
New opps for my BM (top), check my bank, it say BM (top)
Now with a hunnid shots on bottom
Let it off soon as we see him (Lil Top)
Bitch wan' be my BM (yeah)
Free want meet them vultures (uh)
I'm gon' act a ass inside this foreign, soon as I lift the sport (skrrt)
Ay, let's do it (let do it, my nigga)
Uh-huh
(Berge Always Flexin)
I'm on a whole 'nother level
Woke up, got fresh today
I feel some type of way (type of way)
Feel some type of way so I got fresh today (I got fresh today)
One bitch gon' keep changing all my fees
One bitch gon' count the cake (count the cake)
Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my grits, this is Amazing Grace (hey, hey)
The money could fill up a dump truck (the money could fill up a dump truck)
These 4'Treys the gon' slump stuff (these 4'Treys they gon' rrt)
Toxic punk inside the Cybertruck (Cybertruck)
What the f*ck you mean? I drink that lean straight by the order cup
What the f*ck you mean?
New opps for my BM (top), check my bank, it say BM (top)
Now with a hunnid shots on bottom
Let it off soon as we see him (Lil Top)
Bitch wan' be my BM (yeah)
Free want meet them vultures (uh)
I'm gon' act a ass inside this foreign, soon as I lift the sport (skrrt)
Get so fresh, put on that Saint Laurent, just like Saint Laurent (let's get it)
Switches, bags, and most that got a scope, all these cryptic guns (hold on)
This shit out of hand
This shit out of hand
Stuff two hundreds thousand in boat
Bae, my pockets hurt my hands (huh)
Count up, Aston Martin, that's exactly how I'm feeling
New talk, they talking investments, please don't tell me that's for Bentley
Hide her away, you'll think that she spilling
Spilling and dripping, flood her like water
Got to go way back to the North to get this swag
This shit is not for order
Got to go way back to the North to rap like this, to trap like this
Smack that bih, I ain't even got to be 'round, that bag gon' give you it, shit
Double jump, my big brothers got the trap lit, keep it lit
Strive the slums
Know that youngin'll try something, so I'll keep my stick
Yessir (rrt)
If she out of hand (baow, baow)
This shit way out of hand, this shit be way out of hand
Getting way out of hand (hee)
This shit way out of hand
Getting way out of hand (I-)
I done popped too many Xans, too many Xans
Got way too many cars (slime)
I'm not that fast (whoa, whoa, whoa, okay)
Shot in yo' throat, huh
Talking 'bout that you want smoke (slime)
She could live in my home
But she say she want have her own
(Type of way)
Woke up, got fresh today
I feel some type of way (type of way)
Feel some type of way so I got fresh today (I got fresh today)
One bitch gon' keep changing all my fees
One bitch gon' count the cake (count the cake)
Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my grits, this is Amazing Grace (hey, hey)
The money could fill up a dump truck (the money could fill up a dump truck)
These 4'Treys the gon' slump stuff (these 4'Treys they gon' rrt)
Toxic punk inside the Cybertruck (Cybertruck)
What the f*ck you mean? I drink that lean straight by the order cup
What the f*ck you mean?
New opps for my BM (top), check my bank, it say BM (top)
Now with a hunnid shots on bottom
Let it off soon as we see him (Lil Top)
Bitch wan' be my BM (yeah)
Free want meet them vultures (uh)
I'm gon' act a ass inside this foreign, soon as I lift the sport (skrrt)
Ay, let's do it (let do it, my nigga)
Uh-huh
Writer: India Arie Williams, Kentrell Gaulden, Michael Roberge
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Letter To The North
(Turn me up, Dissan)
(Bj on one)
I play Madden, man, ay, I wanna play
I wan' bang, I wan' play Madden with my nigga, Johnny Mac, again
Ay, f*ck that, ay
Ay, tell 'em drive my Rolls Royce back there in the dead-end
Ay, tell 'em, aye), see if my nigga back there
(D-roc)
With that shit, it's strictly drama
Want a problem? Just tell me now, I'll kill ya momma (yeah)
F*ck these niggas, they ain't my dawg
Everybody be comin' 'round, be benefittin' up off me
Tryna come up on me, I'll knock one of you bitches off
I hate the way you bitches talk, just close yo' f*ckin' mouth
I ain't never comin' back and you mad I made it out that Nawf
You shouldn't want me to ever come back
Low down dirty clown, stay the f*ck from 'round
That ain't no hatin', in that big Benz my BM ridin' 'round
I done seen Busta hustle, get it in, and watch 'em fall down
Seein' him go hard for his girl than any nigga been around
That's a real nigga, ain't never changin' and he know how she slept around
I'll put a nigga in the trunk like Willie T, bitch
Make your nigga like that, mad he'll f*ck a man and f*ck his bitch
I say I miss Big Cal-i and dead-eye, real G shit
Mr. Reezie, know I bought them stolen cars for to creep with
I been thinkin' 'bout Big Booley nigga, yeah
I don't think 'bout Kirk and I know it feel cruel nigga
I idolize niggas like Johnny Mac
Shit, but tell Big Grim, that I ain't never been a fool, nigga
I'm comin' back like I returned and left for dead
If you in that Nawf made a statement 'bout my nails
I know who said and I ain't forgettin' it
I'm gon' kill ya, you gon' get it, bitch
Y'all done watch me break in houses all night
Stood up on that block tryin' to make it out them trenches
Ay, say, my uncle called Beany
I wanna make a five-thousand bet 'cause I can see the Lakers winnin'
Nigga, you better have my respect
Any nigga comin' from out my set need a check, nigga, hit me up
All Booley gotta do is tell me tie my shoes, I'm loadin' up
I'ma heal that pain for you, nigga
You my uncle best friend, I'll slang for you nigga, yeah
You a big nigga I put them diamonds on you nigga, yeah
Tell them 'bout that mountain, how you mobiling up on they ass, dumb
I'm missing Kenny, we'll meet again in New York
That boy caught that big charge, came home, I've been hiding from 'em
'Cause I know that's one nigga, if we got a problem
It's gon' be a big war 'cause he know Mari needed mama
Grandma died was trauma, now I'm strictly drama
Sherhonda can you please send ten to Doody mama? Huh, huh
Birdman, huh, drink a Boone Farm wit' you, nigga
I put that choppa on some', put nah I don't know none 'bout us
Our family, I swear we came up struggling
F*ck 'em all and if you f*ck with us then we f*cking wit' y'all
Say, I ain't standing 'round right now
Take a shot at sum' if you'on f*ck wit sum'
Nigga, we showed everybody love
They told me how my grandma got a minivan
And took all the kids from the hood to Disney World
How you don't love us? Huh, uh, uh
Everybody raise your hand if you from that Nawf and we are together
I think 'bout Beezy, think 'bout BBall, huh, huh, huh
I think 'bout Keisha, think bout Mrs. Rita
Deetra I don't forget about none of y'all
I've been tryna find myself and get my whole life together
Ohh, ohh
I'm sorry for all the people out our section we done lost
I'm sorry for all the people in our section in that Nawf
Can't make it out, it's hard, and I can't help out all y'all
Gen with Kenny, like every day that used to be my dawg
This for my nigga Keedie, I promise one day you gon' ball
I put that choppa on some', put nah I don't know none bout us
Our family I swear we came up struggling (we came up struggling)
F*ck 'em all, and if you f*ck with us then we f*cking wit' y'all
This for my nigga Hamp
Watch out when
Believe that
Watch out when
You ain't gone f*ck with the Hamp, nigga
(Bj on one)
I play Madden, man, ay, I wanna play
I wan' bang, I wan' play Madden with my nigga, Johnny Mac, again
Ay, f*ck that, ay
Ay, tell 'em drive my Rolls Royce back there in the dead-end
Ay, tell 'em, aye), see if my nigga back there
(D-roc)
With that shit, it's strictly drama
Want a problem? Just tell me now, I'll kill ya momma (yeah)
F*ck these niggas, they ain't my dawg
Everybody be comin' 'round, be benefittin' up off me
Tryna come up on me, I'll knock one of you bitches off
I hate the way you bitches talk, just close yo' f*ckin' mouth
I ain't never comin' back and you mad I made it out that Nawf
You shouldn't want me to ever come back
Low down dirty clown, stay the f*ck from 'round
That ain't no hatin', in that big Benz my BM ridin' 'round
I done seen Busta hustle, get it in, and watch 'em fall down
Seein' him go hard for his girl than any nigga been around
That's a real nigga, ain't never changin' and he know how she slept around
I'll put a nigga in the trunk like Willie T, bitch
Make your nigga like that, mad he'll f*ck a man and f*ck his bitch
I say I miss Big Cal-i and dead-eye, real G shit
Mr. Reezie, know I bought them stolen cars for to creep with
I been thinkin' 'bout Big Booley nigga, yeah
I don't think 'bout Kirk and I know it feel cruel nigga
I idolize niggas like Johnny Mac
Shit, but tell Big Grim, that I ain't never been a fool, nigga
I'm comin' back like I returned and left for dead
If you in that Nawf made a statement 'bout my nails
I know who said and I ain't forgettin' it
I'm gon' kill ya, you gon' get it, bitch
Y'all done watch me break in houses all night
Stood up on that block tryin' to make it out them trenches
Ay, say, my uncle called Beany
I wanna make a five-thousand bet 'cause I can see the Lakers winnin'
Nigga, you better have my respect
Any nigga comin' from out my set need a check, nigga, hit me up
All Booley gotta do is tell me tie my shoes, I'm loadin' up
I'ma heal that pain for you, nigga
You my uncle best friend, I'll slang for you nigga, yeah
You a big nigga I put them diamonds on you nigga, yeah
Tell them 'bout that mountain, how you mobiling up on they ass, dumb
I'm missing Kenny, we'll meet again in New York
That boy caught that big charge, came home, I've been hiding from 'em
'Cause I know that's one nigga, if we got a problem
It's gon' be a big war 'cause he know Mari needed mama
Grandma died was trauma, now I'm strictly drama
Sherhonda can you please send ten to Doody mama? Huh, huh
Birdman, huh, drink a Boone Farm wit' you, nigga
I put that choppa on some', put nah I don't know none 'bout us
Our family, I swear we came up struggling
F*ck 'em all and if you f*ck with us then we f*cking wit' y'all
Say, I ain't standing 'round right now
Take a shot at sum' if you'on f*ck wit sum'
Nigga, we showed everybody love
They told me how my grandma got a minivan
And took all the kids from the hood to Disney World
How you don't love us? Huh, uh, uh
Everybody raise your hand if you from that Nawf and we are together
I think 'bout Beezy, think 'bout BBall, huh, huh, huh
I think 'bout Keisha, think bout Mrs. Rita
Deetra I don't forget about none of y'all
I've been tryna find myself and get my whole life together
Ohh, ohh
I'm sorry for all the people out our section we done lost
I'm sorry for all the people in our section in that Nawf
Can't make it out, it's hard, and I can't help out all y'all
Gen with Kenny, like every day that used to be my dawg
This for my nigga Keedie, I promise one day you gon' ball
I put that choppa on some', put nah I don't know none bout us
Our family I swear we came up struggling (we came up struggling)
F*ck 'em all, and if you f*ck with us then we f*cking wit' y'all
This for my nigga Hamp
Watch out when
Believe that
Watch out when
You ain't gone f*ck with the Hamp, nigga
Writer: Audrey Ressejeac, Bornot Lebrun, Daniel Leburn, Kentrell Gaulden, Niko Schneider
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Demon Seed
PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin' though
Yeah, oh yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt yeah
Shots from the Drac' left a nigga dead
Well, he was talking 'bout me
Tell that pussy nigga pick his casket 'cause YoungBoy about it
Won't make a diss, I won't say shit, go talk to God about it
Let me tell a story 'bout a youngin' with a dirty .40
He conniving', he gon' make his money from them bodies
Momma's cryin', he the f*ckin' reason that they dyin'
He so slimey, wipe a nigga nose, that's that slime shit
Shawty slidin', got 'em thinking different, that's that mind switch
Punch on a nigga for Lil' Ben, his muscles full of them risers
Dump died with a FN, his gun was still in his pocket
Live by lord, the way it end blood gon' draw from the heart
Transformation, look how I switch it, I was wrong from the start
You never said you let two niggas run a train
You never said that you was known for givin' brain
Bitch you done brought me so much pain (bitch)
When it's time, how the f*ck I'm gon' explain?
To the ones that I put last 'cause I was tryna be a man
I'm just sayin'
Your heart been abducted 'cause it's been stolen
The only way to find it is the carats from the Rollie (I'm chosen)
Your heart been abducted
Deceived emotions
Choices already chosen
Promise already broken
Shots from the Drac' left a nigga dead
Well, he was talking 'bout me
Tell that pussy nigga pick his casket 'cause YoungBoy about it
Won't make a diss, I won't say shit, go talk to God about it
Let me tell a story 'bout a youngin' with a dirty .40
He conniving, he gon' make his money from them bodies
Momma's cryin', he the f*ckin' reason that they dyin'
He so slimey, wipe a nigga nose, that's that slime shit
Shawty slidin', got 'em thinking different, that's that mind switch
He throw gangs signs, pants off his ass
He say he bang now, them people told 'em f*ck 'em
He came up and now they shame now
People say that nigga changed, huh?
He look the same, huh?
On folk king Dave throw treys huh, you'd be amazed, huh?
Bandana on that 30 now, that stick'll knock 30 down
That nigga talk is down, that bitch ain't never came around
Blast when that gutter 'round, he knocked 2 victims down
Trap got a eviction now, which one of you niggas snitchin' now?
He throw gangs signs, pants off his ass
He say he bang now, them people told 'em f*ck 'em
He came up and now they shame now
People say that nigga changed, huh?
He look the same, huh?
On folk king Dave throw treys huh, you'd be amazed, huh?
He conniving, he gon' make his money from them bodies
Momma's cryin', he the f*ckin' reason that they dyin'
He so slimey, wipe a nigga nose, that's that slime shit
Shawty slidin', got 'em thinking different, that's that mind switch
Yeah, oh yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt yeah
Shots from the Drac' left a nigga dead
Well, he was talking 'bout me
Tell that pussy nigga pick his casket 'cause YoungBoy about it
Won't make a diss, I won't say shit, go talk to God about it
Let me tell a story 'bout a youngin' with a dirty .40
He conniving', he gon' make his money from them bodies
Momma's cryin', he the f*ckin' reason that they dyin'
He so slimey, wipe a nigga nose, that's that slime shit
Shawty slidin', got 'em thinking different, that's that mind switch
Punch on a nigga for Lil' Ben, his muscles full of them risers
Dump died with a FN, his gun was still in his pocket
Live by lord, the way it end blood gon' draw from the heart
Transformation, look how I switch it, I was wrong from the start
You never said you let two niggas run a train
You never said that you was known for givin' brain
Bitch you done brought me so much pain (bitch)
When it's time, how the f*ck I'm gon' explain?
To the ones that I put last 'cause I was tryna be a man
I'm just sayin'
Your heart been abducted 'cause it's been stolen
The only way to find it is the carats from the Rollie (I'm chosen)
Your heart been abducted
Deceived emotions
Choices already chosen
Promise already broken
Shots from the Drac' left a nigga dead
Well, he was talking 'bout me
Tell that pussy nigga pick his casket 'cause YoungBoy about it
Won't make a diss, I won't say shit, go talk to God about it
Let me tell a story 'bout a youngin' with a dirty .40
He conniving, he gon' make his money from them bodies
Momma's cryin', he the f*ckin' reason that they dyin'
He so slimey, wipe a nigga nose, that's that slime shit
Shawty slidin', got 'em thinking different, that's that mind switch
He throw gangs signs, pants off his ass
He say he bang now, them people told 'em f*ck 'em
He came up and now they shame now
People say that nigga changed, huh?
He look the same, huh?
On folk king Dave throw treys huh, you'd be amazed, huh?
Bandana on that 30 now, that stick'll knock 30 down
That nigga talk is down, that bitch ain't never came around
Blast when that gutter 'round, he knocked 2 victims down
Trap got a eviction now, which one of you niggas snitchin' now?
He throw gangs signs, pants off his ass
He say he bang now, them people told 'em f*ck 'em
He came up and now they shame now
People say that nigga changed, huh?
He look the same, huh?
On folk king Dave throw treys huh, you'd be amazed, huh?
He conniving, he gon' make his money from them bodies
Momma's cryin', he the f*ckin' reason that they dyin'
He so slimey, wipe a nigga nose, that's that slime shit
Shawty slidin', got 'em thinking different, that's that mind switch
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Jarrian Durrell Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hey Hey
Ohhhh (ooh)
(Skeeo, you crazy)
Ohhhh (ooh)
Ohhhh (ooh)
(Say 10)
Look, I had a million dollar cash put up on me
Hey hey
Bad bitches, with plenty ass and she on me
Hey hey
They want me dead so I gotta keep it on me
Hey, ooh
I pull up flexin', shinin', don't know what the time is
But I know this money steady callin' me around the clock
Come and see how I live
Baby girl this my crib
I got hella guns inside this bitch you bet not tell nobody
It's gon be a bang out (ooh)
I know I bet not here my name come out (ooh)
I pop these Xanax just to calm me down
Now you already know I'm dangerous now (slime) yeah
Ooh, who the f*ck is you?
Get you up inside my bed and show you what it do
Ha, I'm a gangsta don't start actin' rude (ha)
Try, and right there I paint that bitch black and blue
I'm tryna paint some with this .45
Was young I seen grandma cry
I beat that pussy from the back I say your hoe she know I'm that guy
On my side keep that four pound, try hit some with that fire
I done rode miles on bikes, but now I ride on big tires
Who the f*ck these pussy ass, scary ass, artificial niggas?
I ain't tryna make it with you
I could let meet my pistol
Get that money do my dance, run through bands, money man nigga
I can not let that hoe come live here I just let her eat my dick up
Run up on me, we gon bang it out
Man tell that bitch I say to keep my f*ckin' name out her mouth
I get them racks, I keep it on me
I ain't never slowing down
I think that I can't less with her and this ain't all
It's gon be a bang out (ooh)
I know I bet not here my name come out (ooh)
I pop these Xanax just to calm me down
Now you already know I'm dangerous now (slime) yeah
(Say 10)
(Skeeo, you crazy)
(Skeeo, you crazy)
Ohhhh (ooh)
Ohhhh (ooh)
(Say 10)
Look, I had a million dollar cash put up on me
Hey hey
Bad bitches, with plenty ass and she on me
Hey hey
They want me dead so I gotta keep it on me
Hey, ooh
I pull up flexin', shinin', don't know what the time is
But I know this money steady callin' me around the clock
Come and see how I live
Baby girl this my crib
I got hella guns inside this bitch you bet not tell nobody
It's gon be a bang out (ooh)
I know I bet not here my name come out (ooh)
I pop these Xanax just to calm me down
Now you already know I'm dangerous now (slime) yeah
Ooh, who the f*ck is you?
Get you up inside my bed and show you what it do
Ha, I'm a gangsta don't start actin' rude (ha)
Try, and right there I paint that bitch black and blue
I'm tryna paint some with this .45
Was young I seen grandma cry
I beat that pussy from the back I say your hoe she know I'm that guy
On my side keep that four pound, try hit some with that fire
I done rode miles on bikes, but now I ride on big tires
Who the f*ck these pussy ass, scary ass, artificial niggas?
I ain't tryna make it with you
I could let meet my pistol
Get that money do my dance, run through bands, money man nigga
I can not let that hoe come live here I just let her eat my dick up
Run up on me, we gon bang it out
Man tell that bitch I say to keep my f*ckin' name out her mouth
I get them racks, I keep it on me
I ain't never slowing down
I think that I can't less with her and this ain't all
It's gon be a bang out (ooh)
I know I bet not here my name come out (ooh)
I pop these Xanax just to calm me down
Now you already know I'm dangerous now (slime) yeah
(Say 10)
(Skeeo, you crazy)
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Leo Santeri Laitila, Nicky Thysavathdy, Seth Love
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
What You Want Do
Leor light it up
How you doing?
Woahh, ohh
Woahh, ohh
Mmm-hmm
Jason why we off beat?
Mmm-hmm
Look
I step in stilettos (let's go, let's go)
Youngboy keep that pole on, everywhere he go
Mama I've been moving on (Moving on)
Trying to stay strong just to heal my soul, yeah
Big Maybach I hop in and I let it roll (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ooh, ooh, hold on)
F*ck that, Top take off this ring, baby, touch your toes
I'm on that
Wake up, I'm spending 'bout eighty
On NBA, I'll make those slimes go crazy (woo)
I was just telling them "Quit with that capping"
We stay with static, you the goat if you made it
Ohh
Waking up, I'm racking up 10, and then 10, and I'm putting it all on her baby
Let me say it more clearly, all these diamonds, I go crazy
Ooh, ooh-ooh, slime
I've been popping pills, I've been gone out my mind
I say ooh, ooh-ooh, on your time
I'm on anytime
What you want? (Oh)
What you want do?
Ddawg take that Drac' and he come straight out the top of that cou'
He shoot at you, huh
Tell 'em how we do
Hm
One million dollars for to spend just for this month
Mm-mm-mmm
Yeah, huh
I work this bitch so good
I don't need no switch on my gun
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah
Hm
I don't say my prayers no more
With life, I feel I'm done
Mmm, ooh, woo
Yeah, hm-hm
Huh, huh, slime
Huh
How do you do-ing
How do you been doing
How you been doing? (Ok)
Man, ooh, ooh-ooh
How you been doing?
How you been doing? (Hey)
How you been doing (hey, hey hey)
I'm slime
Big black, splatt, I'm slime
Come on
One more time
Riding (time)
Bit' let's bump while I'm riding
Killed my 5, he ain't even-
Let's do it
Ooh, ooh-ooh, slime
I've been popping pills, I've been gone out my mind
I say ooh, ooh-ooh, on your time
I'm on anytime
What you want? (Ok)
What you want do?
How you doing?
Woahh, ohh
Woahh, ohh
Mmm-hmm
Jason why we off beat?
Mmm-hmm
Look
I step in stilettos (let's go, let's go)
Youngboy keep that pole on, everywhere he go
Mama I've been moving on (Moving on)
Trying to stay strong just to heal my soul, yeah
Big Maybach I hop in and I let it roll (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ooh, ooh, hold on)
F*ck that, Top take off this ring, baby, touch your toes
I'm on that
Wake up, I'm spending 'bout eighty
On NBA, I'll make those slimes go crazy (woo)
I was just telling them "Quit with that capping"
We stay with static, you the goat if you made it
Ohh
Waking up, I'm racking up 10, and then 10, and I'm putting it all on her baby
Let me say it more clearly, all these diamonds, I go crazy
Ooh, ooh-ooh, slime
I've been popping pills, I've been gone out my mind
I say ooh, ooh-ooh, on your time
I'm on anytime
What you want? (Oh)
What you want do?
Ddawg take that Drac' and he come straight out the top of that cou'
He shoot at you, huh
Tell 'em how we do
Hm
One million dollars for to spend just for this month
Mm-mm-mmm
Yeah, huh
I work this bitch so good
I don't need no switch on my gun
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah
Hm
I don't say my prayers no more
With life, I feel I'm done
Mmm, ooh, woo
Yeah, hm-hm
Huh, huh, slime
Huh
How do you do-ing
How do you been doing
How you been doing? (Ok)
Man, ooh, ooh-ooh
How you been doing?
How you been doing? (Hey)
How you been doing (hey, hey hey)
I'm slime
Big black, splatt, I'm slime
Come on
One more time
Riding (time)
Bit' let's bump while I'm riding
Killed my 5, he ain't even-
Let's do it
Ooh, ooh-ooh, slime
I've been popping pills, I've been gone out my mind
I say ooh, ooh-ooh, on your time
I'm on anytime
What you want? (Ok)
What you want do?
Writer: Campbell Rolston-Clemmer, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Leor Shevah, Michael Romito
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Out My Mind
You a nasty ass (?), mane (Mmm)
Come on mane, you got me- You got me- You got me-
Hold on, mmm (you got me (?), huh?)
Uh ((?) retarded), Free Lil Meechy baby (Mmm), huh?
Look (A-Ayo Bleu) (Retarded)
This Top, nigga, mmm (ooh, ooh)
Ridin' 'round in a drop top with a stolen Glock (who is you, nigga?)
Searchin' for my opps (Don't come close, ooh, ooh)
Hold on, hold on
I got my green mask on, time to get active, what's happenin'? (what's happenin'?)
I'm standing down, bitch, I get down, I got that shit from my mammy (oh, ooh)
I keep that pistol on me, bitch, you run up on me, I'll stamp ya
Promise for to dome the pussy bitch for all them stupid lil' antics (yeah)
Hold on, Jason, man, I'm f*cked up, I'm out my mind (Bow, bow, bow)
I got my wife inside this bitch, Dej in this bitch, she got that iron (Mmm)
I'm feelin' lesser than a man
Call Jaz, she cum, can't get no time (time)
I heard these niggas want my fame and name, I put the bitch in line
So many kids and how you think that I feel? (yeah) I'm tryna tell you, it real
I ain't got no money to give, bitch, I'm hustlin' for real (oh-oh-oh)
Hold on, nigga, I told you that you better slow (oh, ohh) down
'fore I send my cousin Skully for to bust yo f*ckin' dome down
All night, I'm hustlin' (Huh), I done came from nothin', oh yeah
All them bitches stuntin' and I put diamonds from their heads and legs
Million dollars inside my closet, big .45, come play with that
Cum inside and I'm out the window and she pop out
I got my green mask on, time to get active, what's happenin'? (what's happenin'?)
I'm standing down, bitch (whoa), I get down, I got that shit from my mammy
I keep that pistol on me (whoa), bitch, you run up on me, I'll stamp ya
Promise for to dome the pussy bitch for all them stupid lil' antics (whoa)
Private talk with who run the dark
You don't wanna play with me (don't play with me)
We leave you dead in front your house
This shit ain't safe for me (this shit ain't safe at all)
Mama, I think that my soul gone (oh whoa)
Oh, I'm tryna smoke the bitch who spoke on me
Oh yeah, nigga
I'm tryna leave a nigga (yeah)
Hold on, I'ma watch how I talk, man (I'm tryna smoke the bitch who spoke on me, oh yeah)
Huh, I told him- oh yeah, yeah
It's Lil Top, nigga, oh yeah
Ayy, what you on foe? How you livin' (whoa), nigga? I hope you gettin' it
F*ck these niggas, f*ck these bitches
Yeah, you know I made it where I'm at today
I ain't gave a f*ck about what none of these niggas say, get at me
Hold on, I got my green mask on, time to get active, what's happenin'?
I'm standing down, bitch, I get down, I got that shit from my mammy
I keep that pistol on me, bitch, you run up on me, I'll stamp ya
Promise for to dome the pussy bitch for all them stupid lil' antics
Hold on, Jason, man, I'm f*cked up, I'm out my mind
I got my wife inside this bitch, Dej in this bitch, she got that iron
I'm feelin' lesser than a man
Call Jaz, she cum, can't get no time (time)
I heard these niggas want my fame and name, I put the bitch in line (Ah)
It's Slimeto, nigga
Lil Top, Big Velveeta, ayy
Call me whatever you want, just don't call me a ho
Don't call me a broke, you know I'll-
Nigga, I can't talk too much, let that shit go
Uh
Come on mane, you got me- You got me- You got me-
Hold on, mmm (you got me (?), huh?)
Uh ((?) retarded), Free Lil Meechy baby (Mmm), huh?
Look (A-Ayo Bleu) (Retarded)
This Top, nigga, mmm (ooh, ooh)
Ridin' 'round in a drop top with a stolen Glock (who is you, nigga?)
Searchin' for my opps (Don't come close, ooh, ooh)
Hold on, hold on
I got my green mask on, time to get active, what's happenin'? (what's happenin'?)
I'm standing down, bitch, I get down, I got that shit from my mammy (oh, ooh)
I keep that pistol on me, bitch, you run up on me, I'll stamp ya
Promise for to dome the pussy bitch for all them stupid lil' antics (yeah)
Hold on, Jason, man, I'm f*cked up, I'm out my mind (Bow, bow, bow)
I got my wife inside this bitch, Dej in this bitch, she got that iron (Mmm)
I'm feelin' lesser than a man
Call Jaz, she cum, can't get no time (time)
I heard these niggas want my fame and name, I put the bitch in line
So many kids and how you think that I feel? (yeah) I'm tryna tell you, it real
I ain't got no money to give, bitch, I'm hustlin' for real (oh-oh-oh)
Hold on, nigga, I told you that you better slow (oh, ohh) down
'fore I send my cousin Skully for to bust yo f*ckin' dome down
All night, I'm hustlin' (Huh), I done came from nothin', oh yeah
All them bitches stuntin' and I put diamonds from their heads and legs
Million dollars inside my closet, big .45, come play with that
Cum inside and I'm out the window and she pop out
I got my green mask on, time to get active, what's happenin'? (what's happenin'?)
I'm standing down, bitch (whoa), I get down, I got that shit from my mammy
I keep that pistol on me (whoa), bitch, you run up on me, I'll stamp ya
Promise for to dome the pussy bitch for all them stupid lil' antics (whoa)
Private talk with who run the dark
You don't wanna play with me (don't play with me)
We leave you dead in front your house
This shit ain't safe for me (this shit ain't safe at all)
Mama, I think that my soul gone (oh whoa)
Oh, I'm tryna smoke the bitch who spoke on me
Oh yeah, nigga
I'm tryna leave a nigga (yeah)
Hold on, I'ma watch how I talk, man (I'm tryna smoke the bitch who spoke on me, oh yeah)
Huh, I told him- oh yeah, yeah
It's Lil Top, nigga, oh yeah
Ayy, what you on foe? How you livin' (whoa), nigga? I hope you gettin' it
F*ck these niggas, f*ck these bitches
Yeah, you know I made it where I'm at today
I ain't gave a f*ck about what none of these niggas say, get at me
Hold on, I got my green mask on, time to get active, what's happenin'?
I'm standing down, bitch, I get down, I got that shit from my mammy
I keep that pistol on me, bitch, you run up on me, I'll stamp ya
Promise for to dome the pussy bitch for all them stupid lil' antics
Hold on, Jason, man, I'm f*cked up, I'm out my mind
I got my wife inside this bitch, Dej in this bitch, she got that iron
I'm feelin' lesser than a man
Call Jaz, she cum, can't get no time (time)
I heard these niggas want my fame and name, I put the bitch in line (Ah)
It's Slimeto, nigga
Lil Top, Big Velveeta, ayy
Call me whatever you want, just don't call me a ho
Don't call me a broke, you know I'll-
Nigga, I can't talk too much, let that shit go
Uh
Writer: Braylen Rembert, Dayton, Gabriel Decastro, India Arie Williams, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulde
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Take Me Slow
Luke what you got going on?
D-Roc
Ah, yeah
Take me slow
I don't know where to go
And I can't stay up off lean, lean, lean, lean, lean (lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)
And ain't no telling what's gon' happen when the lights cut off (mmm)
All this money done start to f*ckin' with my head (head)
Bought some girls that I won't come and see (come and see)
Ones I deal with
Baby put that pussy in my hand
Promise me you ain't gon' never leave
Rich nigga, I could be your tutor, show you how to put your diamonds in sets (diamonds)
Big ring, AP, Cartier bracelet, tennis chain throw some leaves on that (leaves on)
Black leaf, black leaf "His shit so cheap"
You gon' f*ck around, make me flood your neck (flood yo' neck)
Two tone Patek, with a Rosary six (Rosary six)
Send that shit out to Rose Gold (Gold)
In the A', I've been run, gotta chase that check
Three new Birkins, my wife come home (my wife come-)
I want a Bentley, she want a G-Wagon
We don't do no sharing for shit (sharing for shit)
Young nigga, young nigga
Pink strip, my lashes
F*ck 'round, try, you'll die in this bitch (you'll die)
F*ck around, cryin' out loud in this bitch (cryin')
Anything for you to not leave
Percocets and X, I know you hate I'm off codeine (codeine)
Got my chance, you tryin' tap out, didn't hear no ring (you don't hear no ring)
Racks and straps inside this house, you don't know my name (nah, you don't know my name)
Bitch, I thought, stack racks, and buy a private plane (okay), now she- (now she-)
Bitch, I'll knock your brother out, so quit that playin (bitch I'll knock it)
I just got this bitch name tatted on my finger
This rockstar shit getting out of hand
Drugs got me going insane
She on me, never changed up, so I'll never changed on her mane
I offered her racks, and whatever, she never wanted a thing (thing)
Lately been trippin', she got me fussin' and beefin' (she got me) with my main bitch (yeah)
I'm a demon (yeah)
She got me think she gettin' even (okay, okay)
Okay, I'll go with the notice (notice)
Bitch, I'm that thing, (I'm a-) I'm a trophy (I'm a-)
These blue face racks, they not foldin' (foldin', they not foldin')
They shut my track, so I donate (go)
Out my hat, I ain't rollin' (I ain't rollin')
I jus' come outside, I f*ck you, don't need addies to focus (focus, bitch)
Takin' the top off my Aventador ('dor)
Bitch, I ain't never quit
I been making these millions, so my kids go forward (kids, kids)
I've been taking time out on my own, tryna maneuver slow (tryna maneuver)
I've been taking time out on my own
Startin' to sit right through it (on my own, oh, woah) (let's do it)
Bitch, I ain't takin' no pennies for it
Work my ass off, every day and night, it value millions (value)
We could make it work, no chemist
I just ball-all-all (I just ball-all) 'til the next morning
I got all these bitches waiting and niggas hatin' on me
Take me slow
I don't know (top) where to go (and look)
And I can't stay up off lean, lean, lean, lean, lean (lean, lean, lean, lean) (lean, lean, lean)
And ain't no telling what's gon' happen when the lights cut off (cut off, off)
All this money done start to f*ckin' with my head (startin' to)
Bought some girls that I won't come and see (I won't see, uh)
The ones I dealt with
Baby, put that pussy in my hand (hand)
Promise me you ain't gon' never leave
D-Roc
Ah, yeah
Take me slow
I don't know where to go
And I can't stay up off lean, lean, lean, lean, lean (lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)
And ain't no telling what's gon' happen when the lights cut off (mmm)
All this money done start to f*ckin' with my head (head)
Bought some girls that I won't come and see (come and see)
Ones I deal with
Baby put that pussy in my hand
Promise me you ain't gon' never leave
Rich nigga, I could be your tutor, show you how to put your diamonds in sets (diamonds)
Big ring, AP, Cartier bracelet, tennis chain throw some leaves on that (leaves on)
Black leaf, black leaf "His shit so cheap"
You gon' f*ck around, make me flood your neck (flood yo' neck)
Two tone Patek, with a Rosary six (Rosary six)
Send that shit out to Rose Gold (Gold)
In the A', I've been run, gotta chase that check
Three new Birkins, my wife come home (my wife come-)
I want a Bentley, she want a G-Wagon
We don't do no sharing for shit (sharing for shit)
Young nigga, young nigga
Pink strip, my lashes
F*ck 'round, try, you'll die in this bitch (you'll die)
F*ck around, cryin' out loud in this bitch (cryin')
Anything for you to not leave
Percocets and X, I know you hate I'm off codeine (codeine)
Got my chance, you tryin' tap out, didn't hear no ring (you don't hear no ring)
Racks and straps inside this house, you don't know my name (nah, you don't know my name)
Bitch, I thought, stack racks, and buy a private plane (okay), now she- (now she-)
Bitch, I'll knock your brother out, so quit that playin (bitch I'll knock it)
I just got this bitch name tatted on my finger
This rockstar shit getting out of hand
Drugs got me going insane
She on me, never changed up, so I'll never changed on her mane
I offered her racks, and whatever, she never wanted a thing (thing)
Lately been trippin', she got me fussin' and beefin' (she got me) with my main bitch (yeah)
I'm a demon (yeah)
She got me think she gettin' even (okay, okay)
Okay, I'll go with the notice (notice)
Bitch, I'm that thing, (I'm a-) I'm a trophy (I'm a-)
These blue face racks, they not foldin' (foldin', they not foldin')
They shut my track, so I donate (go)
Out my hat, I ain't rollin' (I ain't rollin')
I jus' come outside, I f*ck you, don't need addies to focus (focus, bitch)
Takin' the top off my Aventador ('dor)
Bitch, I ain't never quit
I been making these millions, so my kids go forward (kids, kids)
I've been taking time out on my own, tryna maneuver slow (tryna maneuver)
I've been taking time out on my own
Startin' to sit right through it (on my own, oh, woah) (let's do it)
Bitch, I ain't takin' no pennies for it
Work my ass off, every day and night, it value millions (value)
We could make it work, no chemist
I just ball-all-all (I just ball-all) 'til the next morning
I got all these bitches waiting and niggas hatin' on me
Take me slow
I don't know (top) where to go (and look)
And I can't stay up off lean, lean, lean, lean, lean (lean, lean, lean, lean) (lean, lean, lean)
And ain't no telling what's gon' happen when the lights cut off (cut off, off)
All this money done start to f*ckin' with my head (startin' to)
Bought some girls that I won't come and see (I won't see, uh)
The ones I dealt with
Baby, put that pussy in my hand (hand)
Promise me you ain't gon' never leave
Writer: Archie Patmore, Daniel Leburn, Kentrell Gaulden, Luke Davies, prodbymabz
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
She A Demon
Look, say, look, gangsta bitch, gangsta nigga
He in love with tricks, she in love wit' schemin'
He a devil, don't mean shit cause she a f*ckin' demon
Hit the lot, I could show you how to pop it loud
Learn to shoot it first, then I could show you how to take one out
In my mansion wit' it, herm say, "young bad bitches out"
All these f*ckin' riches, got this money layin' all around
Nigga try and pull a heist, take off all his face
Who been thinkin' 'bout that Black man that's sittin' behind that K
Youngin' only want to know who got 10, and then they hit wit' spray
SVJ, I'm takin the top off that motherf*cker
Slidin' and it's glidin' like it's ridin' Royce
I'm a rough rider and my life tough
Young nigga you better see what you don't see
You feelin like, yeah, you gon' achieve, you on the block wit' green
I'm not no popstar, live life like a rockstar
He think that fashion, but I think it's swagger
I got my money and I ran my tags up
I am the murderman and I am who sent somethin'
All black 501's, how you do that?
Shit nigga, all I'm missin' is a cowboy hat
We got them new cuttas nigga, you think you gon' f*ck wit' us nigga
Restaurant wit' a pistol, you gon' get bussed up, lil nigga
This for BabyJoe, nine months, you know, he lost like Fin, he to the end
But that's my twin, 'cause that's my cousin best f*ckin' friend
Better keep your head on top the board, they got them shots comin' in
Pussy nigga tryna stand 'bout what was done to his friend
But, f*ck that, you niggas hoes, get bussed at every time I see you
I'd be tired of all my friends gettin' smacked, I don't want to go through
Dawg hurtin', got to put money on him
If it ain't a Glock without extend then I don't want him
Bitch, awake and on eWay I'm swervin'
Ankle bracelet or not, I see a opp I let the fire off on him
He in love with tricks, she in love wit' schemin'
He a devil, don't mean shit cause she a f*ckin' demon
Hit the lot, I could show you how to pop and lock
Learn to shoot it first, then I could show you how to take one out
In my mansion wit' it, herm say, "young bad bitches out"
All these f*ckin' riches, got this f*ckin' money layin' all around
Nigga try an pull a heist, take off all his face
He in love with tricks, she in love wit' schemin'
He a devil, don't mean shit cause she a f*ckin' demon
Hit the lot, I could show you how to pop it loud
Learn to shoot it first, then I could show you how to take one out
In my mansion wit' it, herm say, "young bad bitches out"
All these f*ckin' riches, got this money layin' all around
Nigga try and pull a heist, take off all his face
Who been thinkin' 'bout that Black man that's sittin' behind that K
Youngin' only want to know who got 10, and then they hit wit' spray
SVJ, I'm takin the top off that motherf*cker
Slidin' and it's glidin' like it's ridin' Royce
I'm a rough rider and my life tough
Young nigga you better see what you don't see
You feelin like, yeah, you gon' achieve, you on the block wit' green
I'm not no popstar, live life like a rockstar
He think that fashion, but I think it's swagger
I got my money and I ran my tags up
I am the murderman and I am who sent somethin'
All black 501's, how you do that?
Shit nigga, all I'm missin' is a cowboy hat
We got them new cuttas nigga, you think you gon' f*ck wit' us nigga
Restaurant wit' a pistol, you gon' get bussed up, lil nigga
This for BabyJoe, nine months, you know, he lost like Fin, he to the end
But that's my twin, 'cause that's my cousin best f*ckin' friend
Better keep your head on top the board, they got them shots comin' in
Pussy nigga tryna stand 'bout what was done to his friend
But, f*ck that, you niggas hoes, get bussed at every time I see you
I'd be tired of all my friends gettin' smacked, I don't want to go through
Dawg hurtin', got to put money on him
If it ain't a Glock without extend then I don't want him
Bitch, awake and on eWay I'm swervin'
Ankle bracelet or not, I see a opp I let the fire off on him
He in love with tricks, she in love wit' schemin'
He a devil, don't mean shit cause she a f*ckin' demon
Hit the lot, I could show you how to pop and lock
Learn to shoot it first, then I could show you how to take one out
In my mansion wit' it, herm say, "young bad bitches out"
All these f*ckin' riches, got this f*ckin' money layin' all around
Nigga try an pull a heist, take off all his face
Writer: Daniel Leburn, Kentrell Gaulden, Simone Di Franco
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
More Leaks is the fourth compilation album by American rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again, released through Never Broke Again and Motown on March 7, 2025. It features no guest appearances, while its production was handled by YoungBoy's go-to engineer and producer Cheese, supported by Bnyx, F1lthy, Harry Fraud, London on da Track, and several other producers.
The project follows his seventh studio album, I Just Got a Lot on My Shoulders (2024), and is expected to be the final project released before his release from prison in July 2025.
On February 27, 2025, the Never Broke Again Instagram page announced that the project would be the last before Gaulden's release from prison on July 27, 2025, while announcing the project's first single would be released on February 28. The project's lead single, "5 Night" was released on February 28.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
YoungBoy Never Broke AgainThe project follows his seventh studio album, I Just Got a Lot on My Shoulders (2024), and is expected to be the final project released before his release from prison in July 2025.
On February 27, 2025, the Never Broke Again Instagram page announced that the project would be the last before Gaulden's release from prison on July 27, 2025, while announcing the project's first single would be released on February 28. The project's lead single, "5 Night" was released on February 28.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Rap, hip hop
Producer(s): 2EZ, APGoKrazy, Ayo Bleu, Berge.af, BJondatrakk, Blom, Bnoise, Bnyx, BrandoBeatz, Census, Cheese, Decastro, Dissan, D-Roc, Ele Beatz, F1lthy, Harry Fraud, India Got Them Beats, JB Sauced Up, K10Beatz, K4ProducedIt, Kenoe, Killer, LastWordBeats, Leor Shevah, LL Beatz, London on da Track, MadzMadeTheBeat, Neeko Made This, PlayboyXO, Rellmadedat, Shop With Ken, Simo Fre, Sir Luke, , Skeeo, Spaceman, TayTayMadeIt, WadeForTheWin, Zay Tekken
Length: 61:36
Released: March 7th, 2025
Year: 2025