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[Intro]
(Wake the town, tell the people)
CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY
[Chorus]
You got me, got me workin' (Ooh)
I hope it's worth it
You told me you're with him on purpose
You're doin' whatever to hurt me
Ooh, it ain't nobody can do it like you, yeah, nah, nah
Ooh, I need everything cool in the coupe like, yah-yah (Oh, yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Merry-go-round like a circus
I wanna buy a new Birkin
She wanna pop a new Perky
[Verse 1]
Eliantte on my body, diamonds hittin' (Hittin')
It's hard to catch a vibe or go outside without you trippin' (Vibe)
Got niggas tryna line me, I can't ride without my pistol (Line)
I bought my bitch a Kelly crocodile, but not no lizard (Hey, hey, hey)
Bringin' up the past, the shit I done done before (Past)
Your feet all in the sand, I flew her to Cabo (Sand)
Her friend got a lil' Benz, she wanted the Range Rove' (Rove')
I'm watchin' on your 'Gram, you givin' them angles
I'm payin' for it, you ain't never gotta stress about no landlord
You ain't never gotta ask me, "What you plan for?"
Private jet, we're puttin' stamps all on your passport
I got plans for it, leave your man for it
[Verse 2]
You know you want me, so why you be playin' for? (Why?)
The message say delivered, so what you delayin' for? (Hey)
You think I'm out fuckin' around, I'm in the studio (Yo)
It's petty shit, tellin' your friends all the info
Now your heart cold, fuck around, buy you a mink coat
All your friends got on Chanel, only hoes squad goals (Hey)
I'll go Narco, whack any nigga that seem close
It's a double R hearse, lil' mama, you seein' ghosts (Ghosts)
I know you're tight with me, you know the type of nigga I am
I shoot it spitefully, I don't give a damn what they sayin'
You better fight for me, want me or you don't, tell the truth, don't be lyin' to me
Need you to be my peace 'cause these streets get grimy
See you with another nigga, I'll be damned
Better not catch him up in traffic, hope my gun don't jam (Boh)
You better pick up when you can
[Interlude]
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
Zero
[Chorus]
You got me, got me workin' (Ooh)
I hope it's worth it
You told me you're with him on purpose
You're doin' whatever to hurt me
Ooh, it ain't nobody can do it like you, yeah, nah, nah
Ooh, I need everything cool in the coupe like, yah-yah
[Outro]
Oh, is it him? Yeah
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WORTH IT
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Offset
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[Intro]
Yeah, Metro, Metro-Set
You know what it is, uh
Uh, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
[Chorus]
I made a whole mil' off of the dribble (M&M)
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli' (Richard Mille)
Sippin' out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin', seal)
Trappin' Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown)
Lamborghini, 12 come get me (12)
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty (Piguets)
The ball-man make one call (Boss, brr)
Hit him with the saw (Raa)
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I put my wrist on froze (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek (Patek)
I had to grab the choppa for the static (Braa, braa)
Mama in Celine, fuck my daddy (Mama)
Luther King with the dream, work magic (Luther King)
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses (Pinky ring)
Get to floatin' off the lean like Aladdin (Woo, woo)
[Verse 1]
Had to switch my lane, my pattern (Switch lane)
Rolls Royce, it's a ghost like Casper
Came through drippin' in the peacoat (Drip, drip)
I was sittin' in the pen, face the RICO (Woo)
My daddy on dope, tryna keep low (Dope)
Put the AP on my mama, she on fleek, ho (Woo)
Double C's on my feet, Valentinos (Double C's)
I got 13 M's, Dan Marino
Don't work in a gym, work a kilo
Knock, knock, who is that? Check the peephole (Who?)
Choppa get to kickin' like Cato (Woo, woo, woo)
Diamonds dancin' like Fabo (Fabo, Fabo)
Flip a nigga's ass when I say so (Say so, say so)
With a Glock, not a Draco (Glock)
Connect the dots like a Lego (Dots)
Chicken in the wheel, MAACO (Woo)
We did the independent takeover (Independent)
I make a bitch get the makeover
Kickback like a Maybach Benz (Kickback)
.38 with the beam back then (.38)
Stay clean and the money comin' in (Stay clean)
1988 my lens (88)
Fucked the bitch, then she ate her friends (She ate)
What you got in the safe? I want in (Safe)
Pew, pew, pew, pew, get spinned (Bow, bow)
Hunnid racks, I can blow it in the wind
[Chorus]
I made a whole mil' off of the dribble (M&M)
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli' (Richard Mille)
Sippin' out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin', seal)
Trappin' Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown)
Lamborghini, 12 come get me (12)
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty (Piguets)
The ball-man make one call (Boss, brr)
Hit him with the saw (Raa)
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I put my wrist on froze (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek (Patek)
I had to grab the choppa for the static (Braa, braa)
Mama in Celine, fuck my daddy (Mama)
Luther King with the dream, work magic (It's Gucci)
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses (Hah)
Get to floatin' off the lean like Aladdin (Woo, woo)
[Verse 2]
Metro, Sizzle, Wiz, Offset and we got so much bread (Wop)
Bury us in Dolce, bitch, and cover us with bread (Damn)
All this money pilin', I might buy a private island (Huh)
All this private flying, private jettin' to different climates
Elliot and Fezzy teamin' up, they got me wet (Fezzy)
Told my bitch to bury me in nothin' but baguettes (Mwah)
Nine cars, but my tenth car is that Rolls Royce truck, it's red
Pussy please don't push me 'cause I'm so close to the ledge (It's Wizzop)
[Chorus]
I made a whole mil' off of the dribble
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli' (Richard Mille)
Sippin' out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin', seal)
Trappin' Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown)
Lamborghini, 12 come get me (12)
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty (Piguets)
The ball-man make one call (Boss, brr)
Hit him with the saw (Raa)
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I put my wrist on froze (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek (Patek)
I had to grab the choppa for the static (Braa, braa)
Mama in Celine, fuck my daddy (Mama)
Luther King with the dream, work magic (Luther King)
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses (Pinky ring)
Get to floatin' off the lean like Aladdin
[Outro]
Woo, Hah
Huh
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Quarter Milli
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Offset
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[Intro]
Shit got real, we was standin' in the rain, woah (Real)
I got four kids, know we need to spend some time, oh
[Verse 1]
I'm grindin' without the sleep (Hey)
I pray to get out of the street
I sit back and watch and see (Watch)
They plot they enemies (Plot)
They try to split the three
This shit longer than centuries (Woo)
Shit be botherin' me
I got scars under my sleeve (Scars)
The blogs is after me (Blogs is after me)
They tryna capture me (Tryna capture me)
They lyin' about the hoes, it's fuckin' my bitch up mentally (Lie)
Shit be glitter, it don't be gold the fame can fuck up your family (Lie)
It's hard to hold 'em, I'm sorry I fold
But you can't do this shit back to me (Sorry I fold)
Sippin' on 4-4 while I'm lane switchin' (4-4)
Thinkin' about my woes, let the gang get in
Niggas start crossin' out they bros let they fame get 'em (Who?)
Suckin' out my soul, she got a brain difference
Throwin' up big B's, Bent' Bentayga (Big B)
She ain't up to speed like my baby
Hop, hop in that new 'ghini and race it (Skrrt)
This is not a dream, no fugazi (Dream, dream, dream)
[Interlude]
Mouth wide, I'ma dive in
We from the north side
We from the north side of the island
[Verse 2]
Master of my craft, go through the rough draft
Watchin' all my maps, calculate my cap (Calculate)
This is real rap, Offset sack 'em like Warren Sapp
Music like the trap, get the product and relapse
Crown me the king, addiction to lean
But if I can't sip it then mama I can't even sleep (Yeah)
Got skeletons all in my closet, I'm scared to peek (Scared to peek)
They thought I was gon' fail if you ask me
They don't really want me on, oh so sad to me
They know I'm too strong, can't assassin me
I'ma always be good, don't feel bad for me
This the mind of a maniac, you believe in the internet (Hey)
I receive and I give it back, greedy people, wouldn't interact
Let me lead the pack, I'ma let everybody eat the racks (Eat)
We don't feed the rats (Feed), all I speak is facts
Autopilot on the jet, my dawg called collect
Mama had a nigga scared, hide the pistol 'round my shit
[Chorus]
There is no such thing as peace or privacy
And if you felt this low down you'd get high as me
I'm beginning to question what I believe
It's so lonely in the light, it's lonely, I repeat
But I cannot cry
And I'm acting like I cannot die
But I've gotta burn brighter
To be the north star in the dark night sky
And I just can't cry
They're acting like I cannot die
'Cause I've gotta burn brighter
To be the north star in the dark night sky
[Bridge]
Look up, look down and look around for me
I'll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up)
'Cause I'll be high up in the sky
And I'll always be there, I will always be there
Don't look down or look around for me
I'll cast a shadow on the ground for me (Look high up)
'Cause I'll be high up in the sky
And I'll always be there, I will always be there
[Outro]
'Cause I'm the north star in the dark night sky
I can't cry
Yes, I could die
To be the north star in the dark night sky
Can't cry
Yes, I could die
To be the north star in the dark night sky
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North Star
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Offset
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[Intro]
Yessir, know what I'm sayin’? (Hey!)
Young nigga Metro, know what I'm sayin', make magic, y’know what I'm sayin'?
For the streets, know what I'm sayin'? (Hey!)
[Chorus]
Came a long way from the choppa and the car (Raa!)
When I'm on the North they treat me like I'm Escobar (Nawf)
I was kicking doors, never thought of being a star (Hey)
Now I pull up in the Rolls with the baddest of them all (Bad)
I pour a four, now I'm sittin’ on Mars (Mars)
I lift the doors when I’m pulling out garage (Skrrt)
You got exposed, rapping hard they pulled your card (Who?)
We selled the dope, never thought rapping would go far (Dope)
[Verse 1]
I done exploded, turned rapping to an art (Boom)
Swimming with the sharks (Shark), trapping when it's dark (Dark)
Better be smart (Smart), money make a nigga aim at your body parts (Rah)
Money make a nigga change, make him lose his heart (Change)
Me and Metro bring the pain, then we top the charts (Pain)
3400 Club Drive where we started
I was seventeen with a .15 carbon (B-r-r-rah), I turned into a goblin (Rah)
I was having dreams of getting rich off of robbin’ (Robbin')
Fucked around, my grandma got sick, couldn't solve it (Who)
Two years later I got rich and I'm ballin’ (Woo)
Gotta keep that fire like my shadows it's gone follow me (Rah)
I won't let this fame or these chains break my family (Nah)
I was in them chains up in Vanguard settlement (Chains)
Fuck it, put that ring on my main bitch, you stuck with me (Fuck it)
I'ma call the gang, say my name, they gone plug for me (Rah)
[Chorus]
Came a long way from the choppa and the car (Raa!)
When I'm on the North they treat me like I'm Escobar (Nawf)
I was kicking doors, never thought of being a star (Hey)
Now I pull up in the Rolls with the baddest of them all (Bad)
I pour a four, now I'm sittin' on Mars (Mars)
I lift the doors when I'm pulling out garage (Skrrt)
You got exposed, rapping hard they pulled your card (Who?)
We selled the dope, never thought rapping would go far (Dope)
[Verse 2]
Real shit, did that real shit (Real), in the field shit (Real)
We ain't tryna kill shit (Nah), pay my mama bill shit (Mama)
Never miss a meal shit (Woo), tryna pass the cash through the generations (Woo)
I've been meditating (Meditatin'), pressure what I'm facing (Pressure)
Gotta get this paper, ain't no time for conversation (Paper)
I'ma get some strain and I'ma pull up with the nation (Strain)
Do you know the feeling you when you dodging shell cases (Who?)
Get this shit on film, yeah my bitch is not a basic (Nah)
We was in the bando, had it beatin' like the basses (Bando)
Fuck her with a mask on, Freddy Krueger, Jason (Mask)
Bullet-proof tint, President, don't leave no traces (Traces)
Drippin' in Balenciaga sock with no laces (Drippin')
No, I never flop, I do numbers like The Matrix (Never)
Bitch, don't call the cops when this choppa get to baking (Woo)
Pull up on the opps, then we chop 'em, then we rake 'em (Opps)
Ain't no pump faking (Nah)
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Came a Long Way
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Offset
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[Intro]
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin', gettin' real paper, you dig what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, just got that new McLaren (Woo)
No cap (Woo, woo, woo, hey)
[Chorus]
I was, I was drippin' when I came in (Drippin')
In the trap like a caveman (Trap)
I'm playin' with the M's I don't play with bands (M&M)
Virgil with the Louis and it's out of France (Virgil)
Richard Mille bitin' and it like to dance (Bite)
Lamborghini truck in the good stance (Skrrt)
Oh, we got smoke? Pay a hunnid bands (Smoke)
Young rich nigga, I'm a made man (Hey)
And I'm from the Nawf, Nawf
Naked bitch whippin' with the 40 chalk (Whip it)
Yeah, my wrist cost a loft (Hey)
Bet your money, nigga, let it walk and talk (Bet)
Patek with the frost cost (Patek)
Shawty doin' magic with her mouth goin' off (Magic)
I was gettin' packs runnin' off (Packs)
Sippin' good drank, noddin' off (Offset)
[Verse 1]
Drip and I leak (Drippin')
Niggas ain't goat, they sheep (Goats)
I done put an M in a brief (M&M)
.45 under my seat (Ah)
2.2 this week (2.2)
You know I need an M when I speak (I need that)
Baguettes on my teeth (Baguettes)
You die if you reach (Bow bow)
Start at ten bands when I'm comin' up (Ten racks)
'Member when I cashed on a Bentley truck (Who)
Niggas sleepin' on 'Set, had to wake 'em up (Wake up)
Pour it up, put it in the double cup (Pour it up)
She get up in the pot, uppercut
Brown skin thot, buttercup (Thot)
How does it feel to be the runner up? (How?)
Toppin' the charts every time I touch (Top)
The long way, stuff it in all in her gut (The long way)
Give her ten bands, tell her shut it up (Shh)
I be ridin' through the city with the Smith & Wesson (Smith & Wesson)
You kick a door and rob as an adolescent (Hey)
That's why I thank God, a million blessings (God)
Put the packs on the Nawf through the intersection (Nawf)
Smokin' cookie, can't breathe hyperventilation (Who)
Hold my wrist up, motivation (Hey)
I see you niggas plottin', alligators (Plot)
Send the shooters I'ma coordinate 'em (Brr)
Big boy Patek and I know they hate it (Big boy)
I just popped an Addy on an elevator (Addy)
Big boy flexin', Arnold Schwarzenegger (Big boy)
Hit him in the organ, shawty ain't gon' make it (Who)
That's your bitch, we'll fuckin' take her (Hey)
No cape on, bitch, no I won't save her (Nah)
[Chorus]
I was drippin' when I came in (Drippin')
In the trap like a caveman (Trap)
I'm playin' with the M's I don't play with bands (M&M)
Virgil with the Louis and it's out of France (Virgil)
Richard Mille bitin' and it like to dance (Bite)
Lamborghini truck in the good stance (Skrrt)
Oh, we got smoke? Pay a hunnid bands (Smoke)
Young rich nigga, I'm a made man (Hey)
And I'm from the Nawf, Nawf
Naked bitch whippin' with the 40 chalk (Whip it)
Yeah, my wrist cost a loft
Bet your money, nigga, let it walk and talk
Patek with the frost cost (Patek)
Shawty doin' magic with her mouth goin' off (Magic)
I was gettin' packs, runnin' off (Packs)
Sippin' good drank, noddin' off
[Verse 2]
Wait, I ain't even finish (I ain't done)
Dippin' off the stage, I don't care about the image
My brother 17 with a 15-year sentence (Who)
When he jump up out the pen, I'ma give a whole million (Ticket)
Laser, beam on your head like Krillin (Beam)
I was 17 when I turned into a villain
I can snap my fingers and these niggas start killin' (Bow)
Ridin' in a Wraith, solar system in the ceilin' (Who)
Niggas goin' ape when bananas start to peelin' (Ape)
Like 'em with no waist and they gotta be vanilla
Chop Backwood and it's filled with Limoncello
You like to cop good, I'ma hit you with the metal
Put my mama on fleek (Mama)
My daddy on dope, we don't speak (He on dope)
Geeked on a yacht like skreet (I'm geeked up)
Sleep from your block, go to sleep
NDA better not breach (Who)
Codeine put me, asleep (Mud)
She runnin' the water, it leaks (Water)
I get the bag, a beast (Bag)
I bought the Bentyaga for three
She wanna fuck me but can't speak (Smash)
We gon' get you for all your tweets (Who)
Please don't call it peace (Woo, woo)
[Chorus]
I was drippin' when I came in (Drippin')
In the trap like a caveman (Trap)
I'm playin' with the M's I don't play with bands (M&M)
Virgil with the Louis and it's out of France (Virgil)
Richard Mille bitin' and it like to dance (Bite)
Lamborghini truck in the good stance (Skrrt)
Oh, we got smoke? Pay a hunnid bands (Smoke)
Young rich nigga, I'm a made man (Hey)
And I'm from the Nawf, Nawf
Naked bitch whippin' with the 40 chalk (Whip it)
Yeah, my wrist cost a loft
Bet your money, nigga, let it walk and talk
Patek with the frost cost
Shawty doin' magic with her mouth goin' off (Magic)
I was gettin' packs runnin' off (Packs)
Sippin' good drank, noddin' off
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Made Men
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Offset
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[Hook]
Still trappin' (still)
Drug addict (drug addicts)
Mathematics (mathematics)
Keep the ratchet (grraaah)
Make it happen (make it happen)
Make it happen (make it happen)
I ain't cappin' (no)
Bricks all in my mattress (bricks)
I need the cash deposited (cash)
Lamborghini not the Masi (skrrt)
Pay my young niggas to body ya (rraah)
You better ask somebody (hey)
I need the cash deposited (cash)
Lamborghini not the Masi (Lamb)
Pay my young niggas to body ya
You better ask somebody
[Verse 1]
I am so handsome (handsome)
Look at my diamonds start dancing (dancing)
I do this shit for a passion (passion)
Rub 'em in bands and stash em (stash 'em)
(yuh) Flexing on purpose (purpose)
All the bullshit starting to surface (surface)
It's making me nervous
All the bullshit in the trap it's a circus
I just; cashed out on some new shit (cashed out)
Diamonds on me while I'm in trashing (shine) the pool pit (shine)
I ain't cuffing on these bitches ain't no bullshit (ah ah)
Plug just called my phone meet him on a cruise ship (brrt brrt)
Pop me a perc (pop me a perc)
I bought a vert (I bought a vert )
Put you on shirts (baow graow)
Go out of this earth (go out of this earth)
I did it first (I did it first)
You copied the verse (copied the verse)
Then you reversed (then you reserved)
Said it was yours (said it was who?)
Calling up Jerz (brrt)
Sippin' on surp (mud)
I'm in the trap (I'm in the trap)
Flippin' the birds (flippin' the brr)
Fuck what you heard (fuck what you heard)
The chopper gon hurt (baow graow)
She want a purse (she want a purse)
New diamonds alert (shine)
[Verse 2]
You better ask somebody (ask somebody)
Free my niggas they got bodies (bodies)
I was broke with no deposit ('posit)
Now if I want it I got it (I got it)
Came from trapping out the hallways (trappin')
Pistol play out in broad day (pistol play)
I keep the burner just like always (yaw)
But these niggas they know that anyway (wow)
I kick a door I'm running in and out (in and out)
I take what I want don't do handouts (handouts)
Under pressure she gon hide it in her crouch (crouch)
My lil bitch she gon ride till the wheels off (ride)
Still trapping (still trapping)
Wrap it in plastic (wrap it in plastic)
White like napkin (white)
The birds they fly like Aladdin (brr)
Chirpin' to 12 no way (no way)
Paper route run a play (a play)
I get them bricks on the face (bricks)
Twin chopper Mary Kate (graow)
I see no haters like I'm Ray (naw)
I keep trappin' I been stuck in my ways (trap)
Pop a perky in the middle the day (perc)
Addicted to putting xanny's in a 8th (xan's)
Acquitted of all charges from the state (yeah)
I got a check but no mate
In the Lambo never using the brakes (skrrt)
Running to the money like it's a race
Surviving in the street you gotta be brave (brave)
Run up a milli put it in the safe (yeah)
Water whippin' with the Glock on my waist
Some of my niggas snitching on the case
But I'm...
[Hook]
Still trappin'
Drug addict
Mathematics
Keep the ratchet (grraaah)
Make it happen (make it happen)
Make it happen (make it happen)
I ain't cappin' (no)
Bricks all in my mattress (bricks)
I need the cash deposited (cash)
Lamborghini not the Masi (skrrt)
Pay my young niggas to body ya (rraah)
You better ask somebody (hey)
I need the cash deposited (cash)
Lamborghini not the Masi (Lamb)
Pay my young niggas to body ya
You better ask somebody
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Ask Somebody
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Offset
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[Intro]
Hey
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know everything I do is legendary, you know what I'm sayin'?
I can never be stopped
I mean never
[Chorus]
Tats on my face (Tats)
This Backwood an eighth (Hey)
Your trash, you're waste
I was on the Nawf smoking on shake (Nawf)
Thirty round on the Glock make you shake (Baow)
Chasing the bag, I race (Bag)
I make a plain bitch great (Plain bitch)
Look in his eyes, he hatin' (He hatin')
Feeling your vibe, you safe (I feel you)
Codeine survivor, patient (Woo)
Two milli' stashed in the basement (Two milli')
Thots want nails and laces (Huh?)
2019, I'ma take shit (Hah)
I do the green numbers, the Matrix (Matrix)
I got more M's than Macy's (M's)
Can't suck on no dick with braces (Nah)
[Verse 1]
How is you doin'? (Hi)
Not doing too well (Not doing too good)
I talk to myself (Who?)
In the mirror like, "Nigga, don't fail" (Nigga, don't fail)
I'm poppin' a pill (Poppin' em)
I keep thinking of death, I'ma kill (RIP)
They can't find my trail (They can't find me)
Tryna find myself (Tryna find me)
Quiet is kept (Shh)
Movin' in stealth (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
McLaren seatbelts (Skrrt)
This how I felt (Hey, hey)
Jumped out the hole, woah
Let's have a dripping contest (Woah)
I couldn't afford the baguettes (Baguettes)
You can't survive without sex (Survive)
Bitch, I got M's, correct (M's)
Hundred round total, no wreck (Hey)
Two hundred thousand, bet (Yes)
Came from the 'partment with pest ('Partment)
Swerve on the bitch, hit the exit (Swerve)
Pour up the syrup with my breakfast (Syrup)
I go berserk when I'm flexing (Berserk)
Richard Mille, you get the message (Hey)
Blessings (Hey)
[Chorus]
Tats on my face (Tats)
This Backwood an eighth (Hey)
Your trash, you're waste
I was on the Nawf smoking on shake (Nawf)
Thirty round on the Glock make you shake (Baow)
Chasing the bag, I race (Bag)
I make a plain bitch great (Plain bitch)
Look in his eyes, he hatin' (He hatin')
[Verse 2]
Hustler, hustler, hustler (Hustler)
I'm hiding the brick in the muffler (Hah)
It's a knock at my door, it's a customer (Fuck him up)
I can't leave with no fire, I'm uncomfortable (Fire)
Rap niggas sweet and they gullible (Sweet)
I'm poppin' shit like a toilet bowl (Ugh)
My lil' boy just made the honor roll (Woo)
Sipping codeine with no common cold (Hey)
I told you the truth
Hah, hah, laughing at you
I'm too geeked up, I can't even tie my shoe
Made the bitch shut up, I put her on mute (Shut up)
I'm balling, I'm dunking, I'm catching the oop (Ball)
Put on a plane with a tie and a suit
I'm a big dawg, you a big dawg, salute
I'm not gon' hate 'cause we make all the loot (Hey)
I am a bomb, nuclear, nuke (Ooh)
Bentayga three hundred, Richard Mille two (Woo)
I was 18, I was robbin' for two (Bags)
These niggas clique hoppin', these niggas be groupies (Woo)
Ain't stoppin', ain't floppin', I'm telling the truth (Truth)
Recorded the song with an M in the booth (Yeah)
I got a clue (Who?)
I send my dawg (Woof)
Get hit with the sawed-off, ooh
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Tats on My Face
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Offset
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[Chorus]
Diamonds on fleek (Fleek), I'ma rock her to sleep (Sleep, sleep)
She get geeked (Geeked), no sleep, Percocet freak (Perky)
Bought her a plain Philippe (Philippe)
You part of the team, you unique (Unique)
Then bought her Chanel, Celine
I’m fly with no wing to show that I'm sweet
She eat it like Lean Cuisine
She wet like a faucet, the sink got a leak (Oh yeah)
I like them thick and petite
But hold that shit down, don't be giving out teeth (Petite)
Beat it, I beat it, I beat (Beat)
She drippin’ repeated, she fucked up my sheets (Repeat)
Fly her to Greece (Greece)
I paid the fee, now you're leased (You're leased)
[Verse 1]
(Offset)
Get in there, I'm about to die (Get in there)
She lovin' how a young nigga vibe (Vibe)
Migo gang we the top five (Top five)
All these surfers tryna ride (Surfers)
Big boy money in the vault (Big boy)
Look at this honey I bought (Bought)
Hit it from the back, say aww (Say aww)
Hit it in the back of my loft (My loft)
Put it on the perc, she don't snort (Perc)
I'm runnin' from the thots chasing clout (Runnin’ from ’em)
Put a big dick in her mouth (Ehh)
Go on, take your lips down south (Down south)
Standing on the stage 'round the crowd
I ran the money taller than Yao (Yao)
I’m 'bout to wife the bitch now
I'm 'bout to marry your mouth
Put on Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
We gon’ make a little quick movie (Quick movie)
She gon' hit the nigga with the Uzi (Rah)
I've been dodgin' bitches and the groupies (Dodgin')
Ooh, she bad, she a cutie (Ooh)
I put her in the trap, whip a QT (QT)
Your bitch get Suzie choosie (She choosie)
She wanna fuck on the groupie (Gang)
I done some put some ice on, you're glazed (Glazed)
Put the knife in the steak (Steak)
Took a flight to Kuwait ('Wait)
Spend a night in Barba' (Barba')
Wanna drink the Henn', Ace of Spades
In the cut, sippin' codeine Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid)
Heard your bitch got lost in the maze (She lost)
She got lost in the vault unpaid (Unpaid)
Shawty too bad, she slays (Slay)
Killer, she put in the grave (Grave)
I'm 'bout to make her my slave (My slave)
Fuck it, it's time to get paid (Hey)
[Chorus]
Diamonds on fleek (Fleek), I'ma rock her to sleep (Sleep, sleep)
She get geeked (Geeked), no sleep, Percocet freak (Perky)
Bought her a plain Philippe (Philippe)
You part of the team, you unique (Unique)
Then bought her Chanel, Celine
I'm fly with no wing to show that I'm sweet
She eat it like Lean Cuisine
She wet like a faucet, the sink got a leak (Oh yeah)
I like them thick and petite
But hold that shit down, don't be giving out teeth (Petite)
Beat it, I beat it, I beat (Beat)
She drippin' repeated, she fucked up my sheets (Repeat)
Fly her to Greece (Greece)
I paid the fee, now you're leased (You're leased)
[Verse 2]
Little bitty bit, made a drip look easy (Drip)
Hop on a jet, we leavin'
She wanna walk on the water like Jesus (Jesus)
Spend a lotta love, bit of seasonin' (Splash)
Baguettes stand together, yeah, they minglin' (Ice)
Maybach, fuck twelve with the V in it (Whew)
Skrrt skrrt, push start, left the keys in it (Skrrt)
Made the Huncho go crazy ('Cho)
Bought a new steel with two lasers (Go)
And she told me blast it (Bow)
She told me fuck up her makeup (Whew)
Bitch, I already been famous (Famous)
I just need a little bit of paper (Paper)
Clout chasing all different angles (Clout)
When you get caught turn into singers (Wow)
Uh huh, my baby the baddest
She don't need a carriage, I swear she rock you to sleep (Yeah)
She do multiple things at one time, man, I call her triathlete (Uh huh, yeah)
She was like a puzzle 'til I put her altogether in one piece (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds are forever, I done hand-chiseled a whole masterpiece (Uh)
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On Fleek
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Offset
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[Part I]
[Verse]
Girl, you tried to break my heart, did it make you happy? (Did it make you happy?)
You supposed to hold me down, but it didn't happen (You supposed to hold me down)
Now I'm over it
Thank God I'm over it (Thank God)
Tired of stressin' about what I can't control
I think I'm better on my own (Hey)
I kicked all the fuck niggas out my circle
I don't know how this shit feel, they really hurt you (Phew)
But I'm nonchalant, they never gon' know
Word to my mama, she ain't never raise no ho (Word to my mama)
My heart ain't racin', it's barely beatin' slow
If they want smoke, if I see 'em, it's a go (Smoke)
Fuck that nigga, fuck that bitch (Fuck 'em)
Fuck everybody 'cause you know they gon' switch (Hey)
[Part II]
[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (Hey)
Fuck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (Hey)
(This that shit that make me turn demon)
Fuck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (Woo)
(This that shit that make me turn demon)
Fuck them niggas and them bitches, everybody
(This that shit that make me—)
Baby, we just fucking, this is not no love at first sight (It's not)
I can't take you serious, I fucked you on the first night (First)
Had that thing squirtin', pussy poppin' like a Perc', right? (Squirtin')
Said I broke your heart and hurt your feelings, it ain't work, right? (Hey)
[Chorus]
Fuck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (Fuck 'em)
Fuck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (Everybody)
Fuck them niggas and them bitches, everybody
Fuck them niggas and them bitches
Fuck them niggas and them bitches (Let's roll)
[Verse]
Girl, fuck that nigga, he ain't 'bout shit (Nothin')
You could be my engineer, shorty, how you bounce it (Bounce it)
Promise if you suck it, baby, I could make your mouth rich (Promise)
Put pearls on your neck, I bet I make it match your outfit (Match it, woo)
Keep it low, don't you announce it
Quick to cut you off, nigga, I ain't with the nonsense (Nah)
Fuck gettin' it out the mud, bitch, I had to move a mountain (Mud)
Diamonds on my neck, that shit pure water like a fountain (Pure water)
Yeah, I'm taking your bitch, I take her for ransom (Ransom)
She lyin', she tellin' me that it ain't even my money, she say that I'm handsome (Cap)
She hop in the whip, she throwin' that ass, she throwin' that shit like a tantrum (Throw it)
I'm pullin' her hair, she don't even care, she want me to bust like a handgun (Go)
I turn her to my favorite stripper (Stripper) 'cause I'm that nigga (Nigga)
My watch worth six figures (Figure), my bank bigger (Bigger)
She want me fuck the best friend and (Friend and) the big sister (Sister)
I bend her up, we playin' Twister (Twister), and then I kick her (Outtie)
Out the crib when I'm finished (Woo), go figure (Woo)
I just popped an E-pizzle (E), my blunt litter (Hey)
I had way too much sizzurp (Sizzurp) in my liver (Liver, woo)
I keep me two freaky bitches (Freaky), they both scissor (Woo, woo, woo, hey)
[Chorus]
Fuck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (Fuck them niggas)
Fuck them niggas and them bitches, everybody
Fuck them niggas and them bitches, everybody
Fuck them niggas and them bitches
Fuck them niggas and them bitches (Hey)
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FAN
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Offset
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[Intro]
Turn up the headphones quite a bit
We in Paris with this shit, ya know I'm sayin'?
Yes, sir
Rest in peace my brother Paris Brown, nah mean?
[Chorus]
Lightning strike after dark
What's the price? Up the bar
Used to fight, the streets is harsh
I wasn't right, locked behind bars
Stealing the cars, servin' the narcs
The money I gain off of the art
Whole lot of pain, black in my heart
I know she ashamed, I broke her heart
[Verse 1]
Shit got real just a week ago (Real)
My dog got killed just a week ago (Killed)
He was in the field, that's just how it go (Field)
Picking cotton out the field, that's just how it go (Field)
Mind twisted and I'm thinking about the shit I lost (Mind twist)
Shit wicked, how your brother be done took you off (Shit wicked)
He a boss, but he wanna be the bigger boss (Bigger boss)
I'm a menace, I'm on codeine, I can't get up off (Codeine)
They think I'm perfect 'cause the fame and I got plenty flaws (Perfect)
Got a bigger vault, let the ciggy talk (Hey)
The whole city talk when I pull the titties out (Skrrt)
Watching Mickey Mouse now you gotta kill a mouse
[Verse 2]
I get bread by the loaf (Bread)
Bought a Lamb, bought a boat (Lamb)
Cookin' up a chicken, wash my hand off with soap (Soap)
He done took the stand, they gonna kill him down the road (He told)
MacBook Pro, how I bend over your ho (Yeah)
Make her bow down, I'm the king of this shit
Give me the crown now (Crown)
Diamond rings and they hittin' like bling-blaow (Bling-blaow)
Got you lookin' for your bitch like Juntao (Juntao)
She came off the fame, you can't do none (Fame)
You done lost your whole brain tryna prove some
(Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow) The police shoot em'
Now the black man dead, this a re-run (Ooh)
If you open up your eyes, you can see som' (Yeah)
[Outro]
Shit got real just a week ago
My dog got killed just a week ago
He was in the field, that's just how it go
Picking cotton out the field, that's just how it go
Mind twisted and I'm thinking about the shit I lost
Shit wicked, how your brother be done took you off
He a boss, but he wanna be the bigger boss
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After Dark
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Offset
|
[Intro]
Yeah (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
[Chorus]
Spider (Danger), spider (Danger)
Spider (Danger), spider (Yeah, danger)
Spider (Danger), spider (Danger)
Spider (Danger), spider (Yeah)
Spider (Danger), spider (Danger)
Spider (Danger), spider (Yeah, danger)
Spider (Danger), spider (Danger)
Spider (Danger), spider (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Life's so dangerous (Dangerous), I was made for this (Hey)
I fight atheists, I'm sayin', I'm sayin' (Uh)
Need my thеrapist, I wasn't prepared for this
I protect thе area, life can get a little scarier (Scary)
Like, the boogeyman comin' (Boogeyman)
I got the boogeyman runnin'
I had the plot, I filled up my conscience (Hey), uh
Swing like a monkey (Swing), through the buildings, I'm comin' (Comin')
Save the day on Sunday, goin' to school on Monday (Hey)
Can't throw in the flag, no, you can't quit on the job (Can't quit the job)
Maybe the bank get robbed (Maybe the)
Turn it up, break the knot (Turn it up)
I gotta turn to a beast (Beast)
When I hit play, I can't pause (Pause)
I had to crawl up the wall (Had to crawl)
I had to bite like a dog (Hey)
[Verse 2]
(She's webbed)
Look at the city, it's in a blaze (Woah)
Tell all the people to get away
Heard that they let the animals out of the cage (Woah, woah)
If you sit and just listen, you hear the snakes
Send me the mission, I'm on the case
Tell 'em, "Drop me the pin, I'ma penetrate"
Me and danger on a dinner date (Danger)
Oh, let me demonstrate
We need somebody to come back and save it today because nobody feelin' safe
Villain put a mask on his face so it's no identifyin' the assailant
Somethin' major, somethin' more amazin' is on the way, ain't no point in waitin'
Now we gon' see more crazy, real loud bangin', wakin' up babies, um
And we gon' see more dangerous things untanglin', but the MAC swangin'
Now we all speakin' my language, gotta stay strong, press on through the pain, and
Make it back home, back, won't ever change it
Say the name if you know where I'm bangin'
[Outro]
D-D-Dangerous, dangerous
D-D-Dangerous, dangerous
Spider (Danger), s-s-spider
D-D-Dangerous, dangerous
Spider (Danger), s-s-spider
D-D-Dangerous, dangerous (Danger)
Miles, Miles, you got a minute?
Woah, what? Haha, how did you get—
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Danger (Spider)
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Offset
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[Intro]
Ayy, hey
You know, we gettin' money on these mothafuckers, man
I know what the fuck we talkin' 'bout
I don't know what the fuck y'all niggas doin'
You know what I mean?
Nah for real man
[Chorus]
I'm thinkin' about all decisions I made, decisions (woo)
Stack up my money, stack it I'm paid, Benjamins (uh)
Give a fuck 'bout a hater, don't care what they say, I don't care (hey)
Stack up and pray, stack up and pray
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up (stack)
Back it up, back it up, back it up
That's an 18 wheeler truck
Beep, beep-beep
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Beep, beep-beep
That's an 18 wheeler truck
Beep, beep-beep
Beep, beep-beep
Beep, beep-beep
Beep, beep-beep
Beep, beep-beep
[Verse 1]
Offset!
Back up, back up, back up, back up
We was grindin' hard tryna get the racks up
Niggas hated on us, niggas laughed on us (laughed)
Now we pullin' up with bags on us (bags)
Pop the seal, pour the Actavis in peach Crush (Act')
Sippin' anything, you get the bubble guts
When the pack come in then my heart get a rush (yeah)
Cause I know I'm 'bout to make a million plus
We be ridin' through the city (ridin')
The bricks get in on Wednesday
You heard she was fuckin' other niggas (damn)
When you cut her off, you run up her ticket (go)
Back up, back up, back up, back up (back up)
I'm a rich nigga, don't act up (rich)
Snakes in the grass, come masked up
Got thirty bricks on the back of the Raptor
Who the fuck said the Migo gang ain't started this? (who)
We planted the seed and made a garden, bitch (yea)
I ain't with the bullshit, I always depart from this (no)
Migo gang, you niggas not a part of it (gang)
Pocket rocket 'case a problem (baow)
Foreign bitches sniffin' powder
The truck gon' be here in an hour (yes)
I'm watchin' my back like an owl
[Chorus]
I'm thinkin' about all decisions I made, decisions
Stack up my money, stack it I'm paid, Benjamins
Give a fuck 'bout a hater, don't care what they say, I don't care
Stack up and pray, stack up and pray
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
Back it up, back it up, back it up
That's an 18 wheeler truck
Beep, beep-beep
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Beep, beep-beep
That's an 18 wheeler truck
Beep, beep-beep
Beep, beep-beep
Beep, beep-beep
Beep, beep-beep
Beep, beep-beep
[Verse 2]
Lil Boat!
I had to cut a lot of people off
These bitch niggas they soft and they mind was off
Hole in one all of 'em like I'm playin' golf
Gotta get paid, young nigga, like I'm Dolph
22 caliber, this ain't airsoft
Get hit with it if you thinkin' we soft
Nigga run up and try to take my chain
That's the last that you heard of his name
Ain't a shame, bitch I rock 17
Gucci on Gucci, that young nigga clean
Bought up the Nautica sales on my own
Wouldn't be surprised if they called my phone
Wouldn't be surprised if you tried to clone
Up high, bitch I'm fly like a drone
No drugs, did this shit fully sober
Fuck a friend cause some niggas some cobras
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Truck Loads
|
Offset
|
[Intro]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Uh
[Chorus]
In New York I Milly Rock (Rock)
Hide it in my sock (Sock)
Runnin' from an opp (Opp)
And I shoot at opp (Opp), uh, uh (What?)
And I'm on the block (What?), uh, uh (What? What?)
And I'm on the block (What?)
In New York I Milly Rock (Hello?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Sellin' that rerock (What? Woah, what? What? Uh, what? What?)
In New York I Milly Rock (Ooh)
Hide it in my sock (Woah)
Used to sell rerock (What?)
Runnin' from the cops (Woah)
Shootin' at these opps (Woah)
[Verse]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? (Woah)
Shootin' at these opps (What?)
'Cause I run they block (What?), uh
Give me top (Top), uh, in my drop-top
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)
When I drop, yeah (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)
When I drop, yeah (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)
When I drop, uh (Drop, drop)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Beep)
Woo, woo (Beep), woo, woo (Beep)
All these hoes want cash (Cash)
All these hoes want bags, uh
Fuckin' on your bitch (Beep), uh
I'm her dad (Yeah), uh
All these niggas sound like Cash, sound like Cash (Blah)
I'm a soldier, ooh (What?)
Damn, I thought I told you, ooh (What?)
Shootin' like a soldier, ooh (Beep)
Like I'm from Magnolia, ooh (What?)
All these niggas (What? What?) always fold (What? What?)
Big bank (What? What?) never fold (What?)
I'm sippin' Act' (What?), fill that shit slowly (Hello?)
Bitches on me (What? Beep), say she like my clothin' (Yeah)
I'm in London (What?), Yung Carti global (What?)
Designer is on me (Phew), call it dirty laundry (Phew)
All these bitches want Yung Carti (What?), Yung Carti (Yeah)
Ayy, Yung Carti, Yung Carti, what? (Hop in the bit', hop in the bit')
Yung Carti, Yung Carti (What? What? Hold on), yeah
All of your bitches, they loose, hold on
All of your bitches, they loose, hold on (Yeah)
All of my bitches, they rich, hold on
And they stay rockin' that Rick, hold on
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, what? What? Hold on, what? What? Uh (Yeah)
Rich, rich (Rich)
Cash Carti, bitch (Bitch)
Rich, bitch (Hold on)
Got a rich clique (Hold on)
I'm suckin' on the clit (Hold on)
She suckin' on the dick (Yeah)
Give that ho a tip (Yeah)
Told her, "Buy some kicks" (Kicks)
Ooh, then I brush my teeth (What?)
Hop up in the whip
Glocky in the whip (Skrrt; glocky)
Glocky in the whip (Yeah)
And I'm cocky, fuckin' on a thottie
She just wanna plot me, bitch can't stop me (Stop me)
I'm ridin' in a Masi (What? Masi)
This ain't even my Masi (Nah)
Hope that's not your thottie (What?)
Your bitch look like a auntie (What?)
Walked in with Ashanti (What?)
Damn, that look like 'Shanti (What?)
Damn, that look like Carti (Yeah-yeah)
I think that be Yung Carti
Heard he spent a hundred on a fuckin' watch piece, that's filthy (Phew, what? Woah, woah)
[Chorus]
In New York I Milly Rock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What? What?)
Runnin' from an opp (What? What?)
And I shoot at opp (What? What?), uh, uh (Phew)
And I'm on the block (Phew), uh, uh (Hello?)
And I'm on the block (What?)
In New York I Milly Rock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (Sock)
Sellin' that rerock (Rerock)
What? What? (What?)
What? Uh, what?
In New York I Milly Rock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Use to sell rerock, uh
Runnin' from the cops, uh
Shootin' at these opps
[Outro]
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo (Yeah), Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga, man
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Magnolia
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Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
Uh, you gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
[Verse 1]
I'm fuckin’ these bitches, alright
I'm havin' my way, alright, uh
My fingers, they motherfuckin’ tight
My eyes are open, I'm high
I can't believe I can die
I just realized I was high
I was seventeen on the mic
I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike
I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite
My wholе career, they bite
Some niggas still thinkin' thеy faster than me
Somebody should tell 'em they dyin'
I’m done with these niggas and dissin’, I just be pissin', I don’t give a fuck
I know I'm on your moodboard, bitch, I'm tryna tell you your ho gon' fuck
If you really got a problem, we can handle that problem, yeah, body to body
Buffie the Body, my bitch got body, Buffie the Body
My bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body
She screech like a hyena when I get her body
[Verse 2]
Travel the world, huh, huh, schyeah, hol’ up
On tour with your girl
It's not my world, it's Mali world
And she's not my girl, she's Mali's girl
You play with my top, get a referral
Put him in smoke, he reefer
Put him in a coffin, put him in a coffin
Put him in a, uh, put him in a, uh, put him in a coffin
I jump out the Lam' truck, she thought that I lost it
I jump out my Redeye, push out, then I go to Boston
I stay with like ten thots, Austin
Everything is awesome, FA, Fucking Awesome
Make sure you tell them niggas watch me, they don't know how I cross over
Double 0, yeah, the biggest ever, we just gettin' ready for the crossover
Tell the driver he need to pull over, let this bitch come top, then over
Nosebleed, yeah, high speed, huh, I can get the rollover
You been actin' funny and you fake poppin', yeah, just like hot soda
Y'all niggas don't know how to grow up, I been an OG since I was younger
All of my friends are dead, leave 'em in the cold, put 'em in the tundra
I go Ray Charles, I cannot see her, I make her fumble
I was just in Texas with Aaliyah, her pussy a jungle
They wanted this album to be opposite, but I told 'em I'm comin' normal
When you play this shit, wear a white tux, young nigga, like you in a formal, hah
[Outro]
I was twenty-four when I had lil' Onyx
(Then I had a daughter, I got a daughter too)
Twenty-seven when I had Yves
Now I can finally sleep
I let the sun
I let the sun lead me home
I let the moon
I let the moon set me up
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HBA
|
Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
Know I got a lot, lot
I'm a rockstar (Yeah)
I'm a rockstar (Know I got a lot, lot)
I'm a rockstar
I'm a rockstar
[Chorus]
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk (What?)
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk (Huh?)
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk (Woke up, yeah)
I woke up to niggas soundin' like me (Woke up, damn)
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me (Woke up)
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me (Woke up)
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me (Woke up)
[Verse 1]
Oh, I think they like me, yeah, they like me (Hey)
Diamonds on me, ice cream (Huh?), ho, that slightly
My Draco, bitch, a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
I heard these niggas wanna fight me
Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe, B, yeah
We ain't fighting
I think she like me, exciting, ooh, so exciting
Fuck me, Bentley coupe, I'm riding with a thottie, fuck
I just spent a hundred on my watch piece, fuck
I done fell in love with a thottie, fuck
She just wanna fuck me for my clout, fuck
Bitch, I'm off the lean, I crash the Audi, fuck
Might just spend two hundred on this Audi truck
[Chorus]
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk (What?)
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk (Huh?)
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk (Yeah)
I woke up to niggas soundin' like me (Damn)
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
[Verse 2]
Oh, I think they like me (Yup), in my white tee (Yup)
Oh, no, no, no, baby, smoke so much dope, need some Visine
These young niggas don't like me, but act just like me (Why?)
Fucked all of y'all bitches, so they parties don't invite me
That bitch, that's your wifey, she so triflin'
I been gettin' money, so don't nothin' really excite me (Yeah)
Carti poured a six in the four of the right lean
Damn, that boy askin' for some more like the Sprite clean (Yeah)
Yeah, that's that dirty, that's that dirty (Woo)
That girl all up in my face like she ain't try to swerve me
These boys all up in my lane, I swear they keep on merging (Keep on what?)
No, I cannot see a lame 'cause my Rolls-Royce got curtains (Lil Uzi)
[Chorus]
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk (What?)
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me (Woke up, damn)
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
[Verse 3]
Oh, I think they like me, think she like me
The bitch want to indict me, she can't find me
I'm like, "Dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please"
We pop beans and like to sip lean, ooh, ooh
Xans, Percs, molly, we got hella things
I'm in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
I'm in Bompton with Pirus and I don't even bang, yeah (Slatt)
Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yeah, ho, that the gang
Shoutout GiGi, that's my boo, she know that I claim
Shootin' at these niggas like I'm in the paint
Woke up like this
[Chorus]
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk (I woke up like this, what?)
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk (Huh?)
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk (Yeah)
I woke up to niggas soundin' like me (Yeah)
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me
I woke up to niggas soundin' like me
Woke up to niggas talkin' like me (Oh my God, talkin' 'bout, ayy)
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wokeuplikethis*
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Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
Yeah
Now
Now is my time
Now is my time
(That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)
[Verse 1]
Everybody rock with me because I'm up now
Took your girl and I'ma score like I made the touchdown
Swervin' in that Lambo', doors go up, not on a bus now
Used to want a G-Shock, now I'm walking with a bustdown
Pull up and I'm flooded with a iced out watch
Whip, it look like butter, baby, pecan drop
Pecan drop, put that four in Sun Drop
Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot
Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot
Suicide, 1600, that's the block
Hit your girl, that's check-free
She ain't used to text me
Now she wanna caress me
She keep tryna neck me
I gotta tell my bestie
Someone call my bestie
Think I found my bestie
Link up, make a check bleed
You know that I'm smokin' dope, I'll be high 'til next week
Know I had to let her go 'cause she can't arrest me
[Chorus]
Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh
Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh
I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah
Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh
Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh
We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh
We gon' take these boys back to school, uh
Money on the floor just like some shoes
[Verse 2]
Uh, money on the floor just like some shoes, yeah
I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah
I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah
And I love my goons, yeah
And I love my tool (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
And I love my loot (What?), yeah
Fuck with me and you gon' lose (What?)
Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude
Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude
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Shoota
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Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
Feel like, bitch, hello, check it out
(Yeah, you know what I'm saying?)
Feel like, slatt, I feel like, yeah
[Refrain]
No cap and gown, I ain't go to class (Uh, yeah)
I'd rather die before I come in last (Yeah, VLONE thug, what?)
[Chorus]
I ain't felt like this in a long time
(You know what I'm saying? RIP Fredo)
I ain't felt like this in a long time (I ain't feel like)
I ain't had shit in a long time (Feel like)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt)
[Interlude]
Hold up, I'm tryna find
Hold up, I'm tryna do something right now
Just leave me alone right now (I'd rather get caught with it than without it)
Just leave me alone
I'ma go and tell shawty, we don't do that (Uh, what?)
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, beep, beep, beep)
[Verse]
Ooh, yeah
Lil' black jean jacket, yeah
Got VLONE on it, yeah
Got this bad ass bitch, yeah
Wanna fuck me and my homie, yeah
Got this bad ass bitch, yeah
Tryna fuck me and my homie, yeah
Shawty gon' suck 'til the mornin', yeah
I can't wife no thot, yeah (I can't wife no thot)
Pass that bitch to the homie, yeah (I can't wife no thot)
I just fucked your thot, yeah (I just fucked your thot)
I ain't even pass her to homie, yeah, ooh (I just fucked your thot)
We might rob your homie (Rob)
We might rob your home (Rob)
We might rob your homie (Skrrt)
[Interlude]
I'd rather get caught with it than without it
(Slatt, thot, VLONE, slatt, slatt, slatt, what? Slatt, what? Slatt, what? Slatt, what? Slatt, what?)
Wake up and smell the motherfuckin' coffee (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to break you boys in a coffin (Yeah, VLONE thug, what?)
[Chorus]
I ain't felt like this in a long time (Slatt, slatt)
(You know what I'm saying? RIP Fredo)
I ain't felt like this in a long time (Slatt, slatt, I ain't feel like)
I ain't have shit in a long time (Feel like)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah
[Interlude]
You been to Atlanta?
Have I been to Atlanta?
You've most definitely been to Atlanta
With who?
[Refrain]
No cap and gown, I ain't go to class (Slatt, slatt, yeah)
I'd rather die before I come in last
[Interlude]
Would you just send me your address, please, send me your address?
For here?
Woah
Woah
Woah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I ain't had shit in a long time (What?)
I ain't felt like this in a long time (You know what I'm saying? RIP Fredo)
I ain't felt like this in a long time (I ain't feel like)
I ain't had shit in a long time (Feel like)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)
Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah
[Outro]
I ain't had shit in a long time
I ain't had shit in a long time
I ain't had shit in a long time
I ain't had shit in a long time
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah
Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah
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Long Time (Intro)
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Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
What? What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
[Chorus]
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? Roll ten, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? What? What? Roll ten)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (Woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (Woah, what? What? What? Let's go)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (Woah, what? What? What?)
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (High), woah (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah, woah (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, woah)
[Verse]
Wake up (Wake up, wake up, woah)
It's the first of the month (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I brush my teeth and count up (What? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woah)
I let my bitch roll my blunt (Woah, slatt, slatt)
I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (Woah, yeah, bitch, woah, woah, what?)
Pour up some lean and get stuck (Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)
I make her scream when we fuck (Slatt, scrеam, suck it)
I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (Woah, huh, chop it and slidе)
I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (Yeah, skrrt)
Can't fuck with nobody (What?), not even my shadow (Yeah, no one)
I got on Ed Hardy (What? What? What? What? What?), she got on stilettos (What?)
She my best friend (What? What?), yeah, we not a couple (What? What?)
She a rockstar (What? What? What?), she a sex symbol (What? What? What? Let's go)
The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)
The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)
Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what? Wanna do)
Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, who? Who? Yeah)
Tell me everybody you took to this room (Who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (Baby, who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Yeah, who? Who? Who?)
I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Bih', who?)
Can't trust no bitch (What? Bih', bih'), can't trust these niggas (Bih, bih')
Yeah, in love with my money (What? In love with my money), in love with my pistols (In love with that pistol)
In love with my bitch (Love with my bitch), I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)
I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt), I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)
I been thinkin' 'bout it (Been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah), finna cut off that bitch (Finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)
She don't cook, she don't clean (Damn, what? What?), but she want Ruth Chris (Slatt, slatt)
I don't even like to hug (To hug, hug), I don't even like to kiss (Slatt, slatt)
I just pat her on the ass (What? What?), and tell her, "Good shit" (Slatt, what?)
I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fence (Slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (Red)
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (What? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')
And shawty gon' roll up some shit (Slatt)
I'm 'bout to pour up some red (What?), and shawty gon' roll up some shit (What?)
[Chorus]
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (Alright, what?)
I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (Woah, what? What? What?)
I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (Woah, what? What? Slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)
I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (Woah, what? Slatt, slatt)
I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (Blatt), woah (Yeah)
I'm way too high (Yeah, woah), woah, woah, woah (What?)
I'm way too high (Yeah, woah), woah, woah, woah (What?)
I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah, huh?), woah, woah, woah (What?)
I'm way too high (What? What? What?)
[Outro]
What? What? What?
I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit
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Sky
|
Playboi Carti
|
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh
Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah
Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel
Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here
Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel
Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from hell
Southside, I was in Riverdale
Off molly, that two-tone pill
Rich nigga with all these fuckin' girls
He next, I put him on the mural
She's next, I told her she my girl
Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)
Ahahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)
(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)
Oh
[Chorus]
Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news (Ha, sa)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news (Sa, sa), yeah
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news, yeah (Sa)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news, yeah (Ah)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)
Put 'em on the news ('Sup)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)
Put 'em on the news ('Sup)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)
Put 'em on the news (Let's go)
[Bridge]
2024, Music
Oh, oh (Hm)
[Verse 2]
Put 'em on the news or somethin'
I'm evil like Luci' son
A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns
Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time
I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son
Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way
And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh
I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale
Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay
Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie
Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry
I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)
I told her, "The glove don't fit," I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh
The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji
Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh
All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit
Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists
Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)
Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah
(Oh, you like that?) Oh
[Chorus]
Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin'
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up
Put 'em on the news, gang, ha
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news, yeah
Put 'em on the news, ha
[Outro]
Oh, hahaha, schyeah
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2024
|
Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
Begging on her knees to be popular
[Verse]
First, I go whip out the boat, no, I can't hit on no brakes
My life is out of control, I'm tellin' you, nobody safe
I've been livin' my life limbo, my ice, it came with a tray
I'm so high, I gotta hide my face, this not a rockstar phase
I'm a emo thug in my phase
Syrup, syrup, syrup, syrup, tell her to go change
Monkey nuts on me, baby, I got on two chains
Roll another blunt and I might motherfuckin' faint
Spin on the block, have a pussy nigga stained
I just put on my boots, I ain't worried 'bout no rain
Put a nigga down, Channel 2 front page
You was just askin' for some change, now you changed?
Yeah, I told you, yeah, about that money, shit get strange
Fully-loaded Jag, hold up, baby, Jordan paid
I put duct tape on my switch, perfect aim
They can't put me in no genre, baby, 'cause I changed the game
We fuckin' on the same ho, but we not the same
Disrespect the 5, I put your ass in the food chain (Swamp Izzo)
Bitch keep callin' my phone, she sayin' Ms. Jackson goin' through her brain (Carti)
We was just outside dancin', movin' off molly, feelin' insane (He's comin')
I fucked the bitch so nasty, we go Sephora, yeah, then we go Pink
She not so fuckin' toxic and she care 'bout what I think
She's nothin' like no other bitches, she care 'bout what I drink
I think she's a fling
I think she's a playmaker, she should be on my team
She should get her a ring
Shit, it can't be me, but she can be on the team
Diamonds, they come out the water, my sock, it come with a rink
The Wraith came with the chauffeur, the chauffeur ready to take me
[Outro]
I am the music
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EVIL J0RDAN
|
Playboi Carti
|
[Chorus]
I'd rather lie than to lose you, girl
I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl
Truth is, we lapped them, they want us gone
Truth is, they can't handle me at the top
I'd rather spare you the details, my love
Oh, I'd rather (Wake up, F1LTHY)
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie (Swamp Izzo, hahaha)
I'd rather, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie
I'd rather, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you
[Verse 1]
She wanna fuck, let's make up
Ex got a problеm, tell him say somethin' (Schyeah)
Housе in the hills, we can lay up (Schyeah)
Bae, you could stay, we could play fun
She don't do much, just lie
Anything she want, I can get it done
Hundred thousand racks in the bando (Schyeah)
Hundred thousand racks in the bando
She want a break and I get that
She tryna leave, told me she— uh
Said that she leavin', she wanna— uh
I'm off a bean, it's gettin' me— uh
She bend right back then we bool
At the top, we could swim in the pool (Schyeah)
In the penthouse, I'm lovin' on you (Ha)
Said she fuckin', she fuckin' with me, yeah (Ha)
Oh, you know I'd lie to you than lose and break your heart
I'd rather tell you a lie than tell you the truth and leave you stuck (Schyeah)
How you gon' take it this far?
Baby, know that you fuck with a star (Yeah)
Baby, know that you fuck with a star (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I'd rather lie than to lose you, girl
I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl
Truth is, we lapped them, they want us gone
Truth is, they can't handle me at the top
I'd rather spare you the details, my love (Hahaha)
Oh, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie
I'd rather
[Verse 2]
I'm back on the track gettin' off like this
I'm back on the lean, I'ma talk like this
I'm back on that shit, I'ma walk like this
House got a view, we could fuck like this
Niggas get mad when I talk this shit
Niggas be mad 'cause I offed his bitch (Hol' on)
This nigga mad 'cause I fucked her
Bagged me a cougar, I'm younger
I'm diggin' deep like a plunger
I took her panties up off her
Opposites always attract, how you happy, then get mad? (Schyeah)
But I want you bad and she wanna make up
I might just tell you that this true love, give you my kidney
Wrist Philadelphia, mine, I'm spendin'
I'm off the lean and molly at the same damn time, I can't even stay up (What?)
Wrist in the freezer
I'ma crash out 'cause you mine
I'ma pull up, get behind you
All of that ass, let me bite that
Give you my card, tell you, "Swipe that"
It wasn't you, it's me, it ain't me, it's you
I know it's hard to see, but I'd rather lie than lose
I'd rather, I'd rather, I'd rather
[Chorus]
I'd rather lie than to lose you, girl (Swamp Izzo, hahaha)
I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl
Truth is, we lapped them, they want us gone
Truth is, they can't handle me at the top
I'd rather spare you the details, my love
Oh, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie (Wake up, F1LTHY)
I'd rather, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie
I'd rather, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you
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RATHER LIE
|
Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
Racecars outside
I got hoes tryna ride out
Make 'em wanna find out everything that I'm 'bout
Shawty gotta find out, I ain't tryna hide nun'
Everything I do is different (Oh, yeah)
I am lost in the Matrix
I need a face-lift, drive in my spaceship
Get out my space, bitch, get out my face, bitch
I can't believe we made it this far
I can't believe we made it this far
I can't believe we made it this far
I can't believe we made it this far
Hand in the sky (Hand in thе—, ahh)
I can't believe I madе it this far
I'm just tryna tell you how I feel, tell you how I feel
[Verse]
I'm just tryna tell you how I feel, tell you how I feel
I been on tour, yeah, I been on all that
Uh, too much money, turned down a deal, turned down a deal
Too much money, turned down a deal, turned down a deal
We riding Bronco's right through the hill
We riding Bronco's right through the hill
She fuck me pronto when I call her here
Ain't no stoppin' us, we goin' out of here
They know we popular, they can't control none
I got that thing on me, I'm really blowin' smoke
You know this ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Everything on go-oh
This that type of—, uh
Let the real speak, uh, let the fake get gone
Let the fake go home, tell 'em niggas go, leave my ass alone
I been on my own, I been all alone
I fell on my face, I got up my own
I fell on my face, got up on my own
I fell on my face, got up on my own
I just left the studio, did—, uh
I just left the studio, did twenty-four songs
I been on my shit, I been off the grid
I can't disappear, I gotta watch my kid
I gotta watch my shit, I gotta watch my sis'
Everything gettin' bigger, shit don't make no sense, shit don't make no—, uh
I didn't answer the phone, niggas always mad
I don't give a fuck at all, I don't give a fuck at all
Real nigga, I ball, told these niggas, yeah
They ain't believe nun' at all, they ain't believe us at all
They ain't believe us at all, they ain't believe us at all
Believe us at all (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
[Outro]
Can't believe that we made it this far (Uh, uh)
Can't believe that we made it this far
Look, mama, now your son is a star (Uh, uh)
Can't believe that we made it this far
Standin' on your shoulders, in God
When life get too hard, I think about everybody I been scarred from
I even broke bread even though I should've starved them
I'm goin' out a hero, baby
Comma, comma, zero, baby
Angels callin', demons callin'
I put them on threeway, baby
I've been keeping them shooters with me on payroll lately
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Made It This Far
|
Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
Good credit ('Cause I'm—)
Now I'm 'bout to apply for Home Depot credit
Now I got a thirty-five-thousand-dollar credit
We got a temporary receipt
All I gotta do is show it to the cashier
And she gon' let it slide through
All I gotta do is show it to the cashier
And she gon' let it slide through
[Verse 1]
I'm seein' that ho out the water
I'm sayin' it came out the lake, look at these diamonds, they water
I'm sayin' I don't wait for no pussy, the pussy on me, I'm a Carter
She tryna be part of my schedule, I told her, "Ho, come back tomorrow"
I been feelin' myself all day, I told lil' twin, "Call Latto"
Oh, piercings all on my lips, you know I can't kiss no ho
Outside, I roll them dice, I'm pourin' two pints on the floor
I was in Paris tryna catch a vibe, I fucked around and seen a ho
Tattoos all on my face, you know you're not safe
I know killers all in the A, they do what I say
Ho just text my phone, she wanna come vibe, but this not the place
I'm an alien off that molly, I see stars, I see space
He want my swag, I got the whole world on sixes, you too late
I got too many flows, everybody on wait
Once I get on that road, nobody gon' wait
[Chorus]
Uh, movin' on molly, uh, movin' on molly, uh, movin' on molly
Pass out them boulders, movin' them boulders
Pass out them boulders, movin' them boulders
Cheah, I fucked her crazy, cheah, I fucked her crazy, crazy
Pass out them boulders, movin' them boulders
Pass out them boulders, movin' them boulders
Sins on my body
[Verse 2]
Kids on my body and that's on my kids, I kid with nobody, huh
You know what this is, the vamps and the boogies, we jugg through the party
What you listenin' to is that
Homixide, Homixide
The Patek is flooded, but way over budget, I lose it on tour, huh
I would've said, "Fuck you too," but you knew that the list was full, haha, ha, haha, haha
Havin' it my way like Usher, dog
Red and blue diamonds like Gusher, dog
Up score on you niggas like Rucker, dog
I'm sore 'cause I got it off the muscle, dog
Frrah, frrah, slid, slide (The streets ready for this shit right here)
Drop, drop, die, die, kill, kill, watch, watch (Swamp Izzo)
Eliantte go big, white gold link fall on the belly
The emerald cuff for hers and his, that bitch on point like A$AP Relli
I'm talkin' 'bout— ah
The numbers is nothin', the money is nothin', I really been him, I promise
Say Kenny been heavy out West and I carry the weight, nigga, I'm Luka Dončić
Conspiracy theories is given, but I must admit it, you got the wrong person
They bundlin', man, Chicago slang, which one of you niggas'll merch it?
Merch it, merch it, yeah, merch it
Cardo my evil twin, Carti my evil twin
My skin is smoother, my teeth is whiter, my stride is longer, my thoughts is brighter
The hate get realer, the love get fake, but when you this great, that's how you should like it
[Chorus]
Uh, movin' them boulders, uh, movin' them boulders, uh, movin' them boulders
Uh, movin' them boulders, uh, movin' them boulders, uh, movin' them boulders
[Outro]
Too legit to— good credit
Now it's time to order a loan card
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GOOD CREDIT
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Playboi Carti
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[Intro]
Gas in my blunt (I can't go in, I ain't ready)
Lean in my cup, what the fuck? What the fuck?
(Fetti on fetti on fetti)
Uh (I can't go in, I ain't ready, fetti on fetti)
(808 Mafia)
Moneybags, yeah, uh
Moneybags, nigga, uh, fetti on fetti on fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti, fetti on fetti on fetti (Yeah, yeah)
(808 Mafia)
[Pre-Chorus]
I just left Houston (Yeah)
I just left Earth (I did)
Lean in my cup
Gas in my blunt (Yeah)
Got some hoes who gon' fuck (Yeah)
I'm still pouring up (Uh)
I can see in his face (See in his face)
Designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho' give me face (What?)
That ho' give me faith
Damn, that ho give me face
[Chorus Playboi Carti & Da$H]
Uh, uh, fetti on fetti on fetti, uh
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready, that drank on me heavy
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready, them pills kickin' heavy
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready, that 40 too heavy (Heavy)
I can't go in, I ain't ready (Yeah)
I can't go in, I ain't ready, just count up my fetti (So, yeah, so)
[Verse 1]
Mr. Never Lackin', bust a package
Bills can get paid off of rappin', still I keep to trappin'
Used to hunnid sack it, now I fuck a actress (Fuck)
Shit, I'm just thinkin' how it happened
Had to get explicit, had to make 'em listen
Movin' out them pounds, niggas started snitchin'
Loadin' up them rounds, niggas started missin'
Move it out of town and Tommy Cruise the mission (Yeah)
Converse with my addictions, don't talk, I just listen (Just listen)
Five drugs that I'm mixin', money only thing on my vision
Infatuated with them semis and 'matics
All of my niggas is thugs with some habits (Habits)
Like grandma TV, we been with the static
I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens
(She say she from Athens, 808 Mafia)
Opiated so I'm demonstratin' my emotion less
Got some real niggas quotin' this (Quotin' this)
Got your main bitch holdin' shit (Holdin' shit, holdin' shit)
Lost a few things as of recent, life anything but decent
When we re-up on my teeth
It's the only time you catch me cheesin', it's Dolla
[Pre-Chorus]
I just left Houston
I just left Earth
Lean in my cup
Gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon' fuck
I'm still pourin' up
I can see in his face
Designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho' give me face
That ho' give me faith (Damn)
That ho' give me face
[Chorus]
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready (Ain't ready)
Fetti on fetti on fetti (Fetti to fetti to fetti)
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready (Maxo Kream)
Fetti on fetti
[Verse 2]
Shippin' a pack and it's vacuum sealed
30 on 40, keep that concealed
Just bought a pint, I'ma crack the seal
Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL
Three in the morning, we trappin' still (Trap)
Matte black on rover, the Batmobile
Don’t trust that nigga 'cause he gon' squeal (Nah)
Not buyin' shit if the pack not sealed (Don't want it)
I'm faded, I’m faded, off Xannies I'm wasted
My bitches they nasty, they suck it and taste it (Suck)
I'm short on my patience, I'm servin' my patient
I'm very impatient, lil' bitch come get naked
Pack comin' in but I don’t need to weigh it
Chopper en route, I shoot once and shit sprayin' (Pew-pew-pew)
Can’t come in my trap, the front door is gated
My prices inflated, my plug name is David
Drippin' through the city got a little bitch in Babee'Os
Fucked me on the spot 'cause she heard me on the radio
Three bitches, one of me, that's a perfect ratio
Don’t wanna fuck the ho', I just want fellatio (Ah)
Let her play with the nut, put it in her bootyhole
Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo (Ah)
Stuffed cup, Backwoods, ridin' 'round, merry-go
Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to pour (Drank)
Hit a stain, hoggin' lanes, grippin' grain, gettin' throwed (808 Mafia)
Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe
No holds barred, when you see me I'ma let it go
No more 'gars so we rollin' up the fronto (Fo, fo, fo, fo, fo)
No more 'gars 'cause we rollin' out the fronto
I'm in H-Town, nigga, and I can never go
[Pre-Chorus]
I just left Houston (Yeah)
I just left Earth (I did)
Lean in my cup
Gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon' fuck
I'm still pourin' up
I can see in his face (See in his face, what?)
Designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho' give me face
That ho' give me faith
Damn, that ho give me face (Uh, uh)
[Chorus]
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti
[Outro]
I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh
I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh
I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti
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FETTI
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Playboi Carti
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[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Hol' up, uh
[Chorus]
Upside-down cross tat' on my neck, shut 'em up, uh, uh
Upside-down cross tat' on my neck, shut 'em up
Upside-down cross tat' on my neck, shut 'em up, uh, uh
Upside-down cross tat' on my neck, shut 'em up, uh
The Bentley's parked outside
My vibe tryna go for a ride
I put VETEMENTS right on her thighs
I put the mask on 'cause I be fried
All red, I stay with the Fives
All red, we pull up and fire
All red, somebody died
All red, I pour up then drive
[Verse]
We done pushed up with them SIGs
Just like Madden, you can get blitzed
I used to rock Bally's, then I got rich
This is a thot, she can't be my bitch, yeah
This is a thot, she can't be my bitch, yeah
I come to your spot, we spray out that bitch
I come to your spot, we spray out that bitch
I come to your spot and I take that shit, hol' up, uh
I got the drop, we layin' that bitch, hol' up, hol' up
Get a stolen vehicle, drive that bitch, hol' up
Pushin' yo' block, then we spray 'em, uh
Pushin' yo' block, then we spray 'em
Somebody send 'em a prayer
Somebody send 'em some prayers
I got some shit goin' crazy
I need a whole 'nother level
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I'm a different type of player
I'm a different type of player
I'm a created player
Shawty knew where I was goin'
Shawty know I'm a slayer
Shawty, treat her like mail
Fuck a bitch right here
Drive the coupe to Rodeo
I'm 'bout to give this ho hell
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ALL RED
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Playboi Carti
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[Chorus]
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
[Verse 1]
Ice on my face, woah, bitches tryna chase, woah
I ain't ever flake, woah, tell me, what it take? Woah
Tell me what it takes, woah, ooh, grab the duct tape, huh
We not the same gang, woah, ho, I bang, bang, woah
I'm with La Flame, gang, woah, we too insane on these hoes
I took off my mask, you know, they mad, I don't see below
And the hoes, they fuckin' the hoes, big rocks on me, so cold
If you know what I know, hide your ho, pink cups, I'm sippin' flamingo
I was in the spot yesterday with my pops, my grandma still play bingo
Niggas want a problem with the gang, man, I don't know why but we goin' dumb, ho
Shakin' my dreads in her face, this bitch a lil' vibe, put her in my Demmo
Fuck how they talkin', we poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh
Uh, I'm off the za and the Wock', can't feel myself, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, she's a trendin' topic so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you out
Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot
Ooh, I'm walkin' around with a lot, pockets is filled with them knots
Bitches just be bitches, I don't give a fuck 'bout much
I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
Throw it like 12 (Yeah), just so you know we don't fuck with 12 (Fuck with 12)
Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself (By myself)
They got money on your top, who say you can't buy help? (Tell the tale)
I'm feelin' like Joe or somethin', like Terror Squad, we blowin' somethin' (Hah)
She poppin' them 30s, thinkin' they workin', but they ain't doin' nothin' (Woo)
She doin' Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (Nah)
That shit a look iffy, need a thicky, need her to move somethin' (Iffy)
Like improve somethin', just don't you remove nothin' (Don't you do it)
Crib like a zoo, jumpin', we got reggaeton bumpin' (Ha)
I need me two cummin', double-double, quick Drummond (It's—)
I keep a full drum in, never know what fool's comin' (Yeah)
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BACKR00MS
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Playboi Carti
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[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Breathin' (Blatt, yeah)
Breathin' (What? Yeah)
Breathin' (Haha)
[Chorus]
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (Ayy, yeah)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (Yeah)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (Yeah, what? Yeah)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (What? Yeah, yeah, what?)
Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (Yeah)
Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (Ayy, what? What? What?)
Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
Brеathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (What? Yeah, what?)
[Post-Chorus]
Ha, ha, ha, ha (Slatt, ayy)
Ha, ha (Yеah), ha, ha (Ayy)
Ha, ha (Yeah), ha (Oh my), ha (Yeah)
Ha, ha (What?), ha (What?), ha (What? Damn)
[Verse]
Ever since my brother died (What? Died, what?)
Ever since my brother died (Died, what? What? Yeah)
I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide (What? What? What? What?)
I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide (What? What? What? What?)
Free Lil' Tip (What? Ooh), free Migo Bliff (What? Ah)
Free all my guys (What?), free Problem Child (What?)
I been with lil' Demon and lil' Beno and R5 (What? What? Demon in that)
Ridin' in a tank on 285 (Five, what? What?)
On the way to Front Street, who say we ain't outside? (Yeah)
Smokin' on the Henchmen (What?), got a nigga fried
I'm hangin' with the Pirus (What? What?), hangin' with the Fives (Yeah)
I got mob ties, I got fuckin' mob ties (Yeah)
I got niggas in chain gang on my side (What? What? What? What? Chain gang)
I got niggas in chain gang on my side (What? What? What? What?)
I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (What? What? What? What?)
I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (What? What? What? What?)
I'm on demon time (What? What?), I'm on demon time (What? What? Tell 'em)
Bitch, I'm out my body (What? What?), I done lost my mind (What? What? Yeah)
I'm a young bitch (What? What? Bitch), but I'm in my prime (What? What? Yeah)
I'm a young bitch (What? What? Go), but I'm in my prime (What? What? Yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas can't hang 'round me (What? What? What?)
All these pussy-ass niggas liabilities (What? What? What?)
I'm too shiesty, I ain't got no OG (What? Woo)
I keep the blicky, blicky just in case they try me (What? Blicky, blicky, what?)
Kill me a opp (What? Slatt), kill me a opp (Ooh, what? Okay)
Carry a mop (Yeah, what?), carry a mop (Yeah, what?)
The chopper won't stop (Choppa, choppa, what?)
The chopper won't stop (Choppa, choppa, what?)
I fuck on your thot (Choppa, choppa, what?)
I fuck on your thot
You fuck with my opps? (Opps, woo)
You fuck with my opps? (Yeah, yeah)
You fuck with my opps? (What? Yeah, yeah)
You fuck with the cops (What? What?)
Brand new 'Ventador, I drove that bitch right to the moon (Moon, what?)
I just hit a lick with a mask, MF DOOM (Woo, woo, what? Woo, woo)
I just rocked the show on some mothafuckin' shrooms (God, woo)
I fucked my biggest fan in the fuckin' green room (God, yeah)
I gave that ho a band and told her, "Go and buy some shoes" (Ah, what?)
I've been winnin' all day, bitch, I can't lose (Woo, what?)
I got the people goin' crazy (What?), watchin' all my moves (Yeah)
My bitch said I dress real nice, dress cool (Ayy)
If Rick don't cut you a check (What?), you better sue (What? What?)
Yeah, what? What? Ha, what?
Ha, what? (Yeah, yeah), ha (Tilt, yeah)
Ha (What? What? What?), ayy
Yeah, what? What?
Yeah, what? (Bitch) Yeah, what? Yeah
[Chorus]
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (Ayy)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (Yeah, what? Red)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (Yeah, what? What? What? Red)
I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (What? What? Hold up)
Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (Yeah)
Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (Ayy, what? Yeah, what? What?)
Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (Yeah, ayy, what?)
Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (Ayy, what? What?)
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Stop Breathing
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Playboi Carti
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[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)
Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)
That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch
I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch (Yeah)
I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)
I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch
[Verse 1]
Cop the Prada, bitch, get one for the zip
Got that Prada bag (Yeah), got one for my bitch (Yeah)
Lil' boy hit like blitz (Yeah), lil' boy, this my bitch (Yeah)
She got me mad as shit (Yeah), so I slapped the bitch (Yeah)
I ain't even hop in the coupe (Yeah), the bitch gon' star at the clique (Yeah)
I ain't even fuckin' this thot, yeah, the bitch gotta start with the clique, yeah
All of my diamonds they flawless, all of my diamonds legit (Yeah)
All of these diamonds, they costin' (Slatt, hold up)
Slatt, move like a boss, slatt, move like a boss
I get that dope, kilo, yeah, come fuck with the boss (Yeah)
Smokin' that gas, diesel, yeah, smoke like a boss, yeah
She throwin' it back like a Frisbee, yeah, hit like a boss (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I'm with my dawgs, fight with my dawgs, yeah, shoot with my dawgs, yeah
I want your thot, I want your broad, yeah, she all on my lot
Countin' the knots, all of my ghosts, yeah, head to the loft
I got a strap all on my dick, ain't hittin' it raw
I just left Elliot, Prada bag, ooh, it holdin' the knots, ooh
I got a bitch, Rihanna bad, ooh, the bitch got a box
Fuck that mumblin' shit (Yeah), fuck that mumblin' shit (Yeah)
Bought a crib for my mama off that mumblin' shit (Yeah)
Made a mil' off that, uh, off that mumblin' shit
Made a mil' off that, uh, off that mumblin' shit (Yeah)
Bought a crib for mama off that mumblin' shit (What?)
Fuck that ho, VH1, big ass booty bitch (Yeah)
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R.I.P.
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Playboi Carti
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[Intro]
I'm in here geeked up, mm
Geeked up, I'm geekin'
Just talk shit
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit (Yeah, yeah)
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that
Okay, okay
[Chorus]
Pussy-ass nigga just talk shit
Pussy-ass nigga just talk shit (Yeah, okay)
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit (Check it out, check it out)
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
I ride with the chopper, the stick, yeah (Chopper, the stick, yeah)
These bitches ready to kill, yeah (Yeah)
My niggas, they ready to drill, yeah (Okay)
I got niggas in Riverdale (Okay)
My young niggas, they came from hell, hold up, yeah (Yeah)
The chopper go 'round like a Ferris wheel (Chopper, yeah)
These moms are cryin', oh well
I don't give a fuck, you can tell
I'm really 'bout that shit, we eat at the police (Pop out, yeah)
I'm really 'bout this shit, we eat at the police (Yeah, pop out, yeah)
Pussy-ass nigga, yeah, he don't know me (Pussy-ass nigga, hold up, yeah)
I shoot a bitch ass nigga, yeah, he can't hold me, yeah
I already know you pussy, your bitch done told me (Yeah, yeah)
I already know he sweet, I already know he sweet (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Pussy-ass nigga just talk shit (Okay)
Pussy-ass nigga just talk shit (Talkin' 'bout)
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit (Chopper, the stick)
Pussy-ass nigga just talk shit
Pussy-ass nigga just talk shit
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit (Talk 'bout)
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit (Talk 'bout, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit (Talk 'bout, talk 'bout, talk 'bout)
We already know he ain't 'bout that shit (Talk 'bout, yeah)
I already know he ain't 'bout that shit (Talk 'bout, yeah)
Pussy-ass nigga 'bout to lose his shit
I ride with the chopper, the stick, yeah
I'm lettin' it go real quick, yeah
I cannot beef 'bout a bitch, yeah, yeah
But we can go beef 'bout the bricks, yeah (Okay, talk)
I'm really 'bout the shit, I'll shoot at your best friend
I really ain't shit, I fucked on her best friend (Her bestie)
Who the fuck these pussy-ass niggas think they testin'? Yeah
I already know he sweet, that bitch a lesbian
I already know he sweet, that bitch a lesbian
[Chorus]
Pussy-ass nigga just talk shit
Pussy-ass nigga just talk shit
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit
Pussy-ass nigga just talk shit (Yeah, yeah)
Pussy-ass nigga just talk shit (Yeah, yeah)
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit
Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout that shit, yeah
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@ MEH (AT MEH)
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Playboi Carti
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[Verse]
These niggas don't love me, these bitches wanna fuck me
My t-shirt on, so I won't get ugly
She fuckin' with a don, I'm fuckin' with a bomb
They think I'm Osama, woah, she think I'm off somethin'
I'm fuckin' with a bad lil' vibe, molly all over her tongue
I'm 'bout to spot me an opp, I'm 'bout to spin they truck, woah
I said, "Mama, I got me a switch, we don't give a fuck 'bout luck," huh
Ah
Ice on my body, I'm the coolest
Trampoline jump for a cougar
Jump out the jungle, go hectic
I'm leavin' that boy in his 'dulla
She wanna fuck for the moolar
Pussy-ass niggas get lit up
That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger
I was just layin' with your girl, huh
She like bein' 'round my niggas
She T'd up, she not switchin'
G6 got me in here glitchin'
Really rich as fuck, just livin'
This bitch ain't got no vision
I'ma go'n 'head and give it to her
I just been feelin' myself
I found Jesus, Christian Dior
Got a bitch wanna fuck on the gang, she'll put a stain right on the floor
Got me feelin' like Jason Chase, I'm switchin' lanes on these whores
Stop all that talkin', let's do it, you on the internet, boy, stop, boy
I'm in the field with cleats, SIG in my jeans, I kill boys
Me and my niggas, we G's, step on bitches, we kick doors
I stay runnin' up checks and holdin' the knife, it's a sport
Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court (Huh)
Nigga try to pop his pain, put two in his brain, blow up the fort
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K POP
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Playboi Carti
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[Intro]
What are you talking about? (I'm tired)
I do want to go but I can't (Beep)
(I'm tired)
Hello?
I wanna go
Carti, I wanna go to Pluto with you
Carti, I wanna go to Pluto
(Pssh, beep, pssh)
(Pssh, pssh)
Turn me up (Check it out, pssh)
Ooh, 808 (Slatt, what? Yeah, slatt, pssh, pssh, pssh)
(Beep, slatt, ooh, slatt, pssh, pssh)
29 (I-I-I'ma do it, pssh)
Check it out (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Uh, you know what I'm sayin'? (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Southside (What? Southside, what? What? What? What?)
I just
[Verse]
Shawty in love with the beat (What?)
Shawty in love with the beat (What? What?)
Shawty in love with the beat (What? Shawty)
Shawty in love with the beat (What?)
I'm in the car, I got the bass (What?)
Shawty wanna hear the lil' beat (What?)
I got that bitch, I do not play (What?)
Shawty just wanna get beat (What?)
I got that bitch all on my plate (What?)
Shawty just wanna get beat (Yeah)
Fucking that bitch, back in the Wraith (Yeah, beep)
Fuckin' that bitch in the seat (What?)
Fuck in the back of the Wraith, back of the Wraith
Yeah, she handlin' the meat, uh (Yeah)
In the back of the Wraith, back of the Wraith (Yeah)
Yeah, she handlin' the meat (What?)
I got a crib with the gate (Ooh)
Yeah, my grass is green
Yeah, my car is clean
Ayy, my car extreme (I got the green, what?)
It's hot as it seems (I got the green)
It ain't hard as it seems (What?)
Nigga done shot at a nigga, done shot up a nigga for days (What? A nigga for days, what?)
All of my niggas got
[?]
, all of my niggas got
[?]
(Bitch)
Walk in that bitch, we just walking inside (Slatt)
We tryna see what's inside (Check it out, check it out, what?)
We tryna see if it's right (Check it out, check it out, what?)
We tryna see what's the price (What? Cash)
Reppin' that motherfuckin' slatt (Slatt)
'Til my lil' neck get sliced (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
You try, they will get you dead (Slatt)
Lil' boy, you selling the Sprite (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Lil' boy, you betta get right, ooh (Let's go, let's go, go)
Lil' boy, you betta get tight, ooh (Let's go, let's go)
I hit, I'm spendin' the night (Let's go)
Put that lil' bitch on the flight, yeah (Let's go, let's go)
I got the Xans, I got the Percs (What?)
I put that bitch in the Sprite (Let's go, let's rock, let's rock)
I got that dope, I got that dope
I got that shit make you bite (Let's go)
Bando, ho, no light (Let's go)
Bend over, ho, get piped (Let's go)
Bend over, ho, get right (Let's go, what? What? What? Let's go)
Back it up, ho, get right (Yeah)
Back it up, ho, get right (What? What?)
All of my jeans, they tight (Tight)
All of my jeans, they tight (Tight, bitch)
All of my jeans, they tight (Tight, tight)
All of my jeans, they tight (Tight, tight)
All of my niggas, they tight
All of my niggas, we tight (What?)
Shooting that boy on the sight (Slatt)
Stupid lil' boy, we ain't tight (I know we not tight)
Fuck that lil' nigga, ain't tight (Ooh, brr)
Pussy-ass nigga ain't tight
Lil'-ass nigga ain't tight
Pussy-ass nigga ain't tight
Lil'-ass boy ain't tight
Lil'-ass kid ain't tight
Lil'-ass nigga ain't tight
Nah, that nigga ain't tight (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek (What?)
Shawty in love with the geek (Let's go)
Shawty in love with the geek (What?)
Poppin' them motherfuckin' pills, ooh (Pills)
Shawty in love with the geek (What?)
Poppin' them motherfuckin' seals, ooh (What?)
Shawty in love with the geek (What? What?)
Poppin' that bitch in the head, ooh (What?)
Shawty in love with the geek (What? Pop that lil' boy in the head)
I give your ho a lil' deal (What? Brr, brr)
Ooh, shawty (Yeah)
Ooh, shawty
Shawty in love with the geek (Shawty)
Shawty in love with the geek (Shawty)
Shawty in love with the geek (Shawty)
Shawty in love with the geek (Shawty)
Poppin' them motherfuckin' pills, ooh (Shawty)
Shawty in love with the geek (Shawty)
Poppin' them motherfuckin' seals, ooh (Shawty)
Shawty in love with the geek (Shawty)
Poppin' that bitch in the head, ooh (Shawty)
Shawty in love with the geek (Shawty, what?)
Ooh, shawty
Ooh, shawty
I give your ho a lil' deal (Shawty)
She don't know nothin' 'bout me (Shawty)
[Interlude]
(Check it out, and I got a watch out)
(Check it out, check it out)
AP, AP, watch out, watch out (Beep, what? Beep)
What? What?
What? What? What? (Huh?)
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Huh? Check it out)
What? (Huh?) What? What? What? (29)
What? (Huh?) What? (Huh? Come check it out)
What? What?
What? What? What?
[Chorus]
Shawty in love with the geek (What?)
Shawty in love with the geek (What?)
Shawty in love with the geek (What?)
Shawty in love with the geek, ooh (Huh?)
Poppin' them motherfuckin' pills, ooh (Huh?)
Shawty in love with the geek (What?)
Poppin' them motherfuckin' seals, ooh (What?)
Shawty in love with the geek, ooh (Huh?)
Poppin' that bitch in the head, ooh (What?)
Shawty in love with the geek (Huh? Huh? What?)
I give your ho a lil' deal (Huh?)
She don't know nothin' 'bout me (What?)
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Shawty in Love (Version 1)
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Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
Yeah
What?
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
What? What?
What? What?
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
I'm thinkin' 'bout dyin' my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sippin' that Bloody Mary
I mix all of my problems and I pour 'em up, I'm tryna roll up my dope, yeah
I mix all of my problems and I pour 'em up, I'm tryna roll up my dope, yeah
Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close
Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know (What?)
What you don't know (Yeah), it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
[Verse]
I gotta eat, I gotta eat
I got some E, I got some E
I got some molly, shawty with me
Shawty come see, shawty front seat
She wanna party, she want young Carti
She wanna ride, ride in that 'Rari (Yeah)
She wanna pop all of these pills
She want an Oxy', she want a 'Contin
I got these diamonds, they blingin', bitch
All of my phones stay ringin', bitch (What?)
She like them niggas that really rich
Her hands on my stick like a little witch
I told her I really don't do this shit
That money gon' make that bitch do this shit (Go)
Codeine in my cup, yes, I do this shit (Codeine)
Codeine in my drank, bitch, I do this shit (Syrup)
You know that my body is full of it
You know that my shawty be full of it
You know that I'm hot, bitch, I'm horny
I'm takin' these chances and doin' it
We take off your head and remove the bitch
My shawty rock gold like a Buddha, bitch
And shoutout my cousin, he coolin' it
We really hot boys, we not new to this
We really hot boys, we not new to this
[Chorus]
I'm thinkin' 'bout dyin' my hair red just to look like a pint of red
I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sippin' that Bloody Mary (Yeah)
I mix all of my problems and I pour 'em up, I'm tryna roll up my dope, yeah (Yeah)
I mix all of my problems and I pour 'em up, I'm tryna roll up my dope, yeah (What?)
Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close (Yeah)
Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know
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ILoveUIHateU
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Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
Backdoor, backdoor
Backdoor, backdoor
Backdoor, backdoor
Backdoor, backdoor
[Verse 1]
Let's go, let's go
She's a good girl, tell her let go
She can't take it, I'm a monster, no more, schyeah
Play with the munyuns, Dior, huh
Live life on the hill like a senior, uh
Don't play with me, gangster, I don't see ya
I stay with a ten, she Aaliyah, uh
It's a whole bunch of dubs, we in Cheetah
[Chorus]
Ooh
I'ma make it back and probably spend it all on you
Come through from the back so don't nobody talk
I put them VVs on your decolleté, I know you feel nauseous
Bitches best stay in they place or move around with caution
VVs on your decolleté, mm-mm
Baby, pull up through the backdoor, backdoor (Schyeah)
Backdoor, backdoor
Turn the lights down, I'm slidin' through the backdoor, backdoor
Mеmbers only, ridin' through the backdoor, backdoor
Vamp life, spooky, vamp lifе, spooky (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I stay with a ten, she Aaliyah, uh
It's a whole bunch of dubs, we in Cheetah
Your whole gang just told, who's your leader?
My ho gas me up, cheerleader
Take me a cup, schyeah (Schyeah)
Me and lil' twin locked in, ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Schyeah-schyeah, schyeah, schyeah)
You open your face, lil' bitch, get hit with this gun, schyeah
It's an Opium farm, I'm raisin' these bitches like some dons, schyeah
I'm a bomb, I'm Osama, I'm blunt, ah, yeah
It's a chase, get a K, hit his chest, hit his waist
What you say? What you say? I'm a vibe and a sensei
Backdoor, backdoor
[Chorus]
Ooh
I'ma make it back and probably spend it all on you
Come through from the back so don't nobody talk
I put them VVs on your decolleté, I know you feel nauseous
Bitches best stay in they place or move around with caution
VVs on your decolleté, mm-mm
Baby, pull up through the backdoor, backdoor (Schyeah)
Backdoor, backdoor
Turn the lights down, I'm slidin' through the backdoor, backdoor
Members only, ridin' through the backdoor, backdoor
Vamp life, spooky, vamp life, spooky (Yeah)
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BACKD00R
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Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
Ayy, Carti, I need that Back to the Future Carti
I need that full alien Carti
I need that beep, beep, beep, beep
Extraterrestrial Carti, you know
Hmm
Just like that, Carti, you know
Hmm
Just like that, Cart—
[Verse 1]
Ooh, back in high school, I was wearin' Polo (I was wearin’ Polo)
Had a white bitch like Julz, but she ain't a model (But she a what?)
I'm snatchin’ up all the hoes, Mojo Jojo (Mojo Jojo)
You play with that motherfuckin' 5, we go loco (We go dummy)
I can't believe my eyes, so I wear a Go-Pro (So I went Go-Pro)
Uh, I'm on 285, fuck the po-po (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
I told you, lil' baby, I'm ready, I’m on go-go (I’m on go)
Try to play with my top, I'll hit your soul (Brrt, brrt, bee, bee, bee, let’s get it)
Sticks out the window, woah (Like woah)
My arm out the window, ho (You ho)
Swaggin' like Winslow, woah (You ho)
Baby, your wins gettin' low (Get low)
She's a different breed (Breed), made her my favorite ho (Bitch)
I got a house everywhere (Huh, huh), but I ain’t got a favorite home (Five homes)
Changin' my moods all day (All day), and still tryna find my zone (My zone)
Still tryna find my home (My home), they still tryna steal my tone (My tone)
Still tryna steal my bitches (Bitch), they still tryna steal my clothes (Say what?)
[Chorus]
I been like this, woah, since I was in the womb (Huh)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Huh)
Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon (Huh)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Oh my God, he a—)
[Verse 2]
Stop callin' my phone like you know me (Bitch, stop calling me)
Uh, ice on my neck, two hundred thirty (Brrt)
On my own pace, not a hurry (No rush, you ho)
She a home team type vibe (Hmm), tell the bitch come and hurry (Hurry)
Ride the dick like a Harley (Harley), rockstar Makaveli (Skrrt)
Bad bitch, I make her jerk me (What?)
Fuck it, I'm goin' three for three
Stella the Coco iced tea
Bitch, I'm rich as fuck, uh, that's why everybody being nice to me (Hi, hi)
You can get next (What?), you can get blessed, huh (Brrt)
Let me check somethin' (Let's get it), let me shake somethin' (Let's get it)
You can get next (What?), you can get blessed, huh (Brrt)
Let me check somethin' (Let's get it), let me shake somethin'
[Chorus]
I been like this, woah, since I was in the womb (Huh, huh, huh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Uh, hey, uh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Hey, uh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Hey)
I been like this, woah, since I was in the womb (Huh, huh, huh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Uh, hey, uh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Hey, uh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Hey)
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MOJO JOJO
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Playboi Carti
|
[Chorus]
Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
Nigga, you dead
I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K
That's a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up (What?)
[Verse]
BD, huh (What?)
That's a bust-down, huh
Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)
Shawty come 'round, huh (What?)
Shawty know (Uh)
Ain't a nigga I trust (Yeah)
I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)
Bullets, they rush (Yeah)
I turned that ho to a slut (Ah)
Shawty gon' fuck (Ayy)
We pour that four in the stuff
I wanna fuck this shit up
I'm goin' too fast, what the fuck?
Where the hell we goin'?
Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know
Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up)
Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt)
Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Gone
Hit them bullets right-right to your dome
[Chorus]
Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
Nigga, you dead
I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K
That's a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up
[Open Verse]
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Skeleton
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Playboi Carti
|
[Intro]
(Shout out my nigga Synco)
[Chorus]
Uh (Tuned up), copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag
Like fuck it, I'ma count while I'm in it
I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'
Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'
I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?
I been makin' like two thousand a minute
So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin'
I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it
I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it
And we might have a child when I'm finished
[Verse 1]
Uh, I won't love a ho, after we fuck, she can't get near me
Only bitch I give a conversation to is Siri
My pants Amiri, yes, I'm winnin', clearly
I'm the chosen one, seen my potential, so they fear me
Lately I've been prayin', God, I wonder, can You hear me?
Thinkin' 'bout the old me, I swear I miss you dearly
Stay down 'til you come up, I've been stickin' to that theory
Every day a battle, I'm exhausted and I'm weary
Make sure I smile in public, when alone, my eyes teary
I fought through it all, but that shit hurt me severely
I've been gettin' high to hide behind my insecurities
Takin' different pills, but I know it ain't gon'—
[Chorus]
Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag
Like fuck it, I'ma count while I'm in it
I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'
Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'
I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?
I been makin' like two thousand a minute
So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin'
I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it
I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it (Uh, uh)
And we might have a child when I'm finished
[Verse 2]
They say I'm Pac rebirth, never put out a weak verse
Homicides when we lurk, I'ma step 'til my feet hurt
Been puttin' them streets first
White tees turned burgundy t-shirts
Lookin' for somethin' real, he stuck in a deep search
Anxiety killin' me, I just want to leave Earth
When they ask if I'm okay, it just make everything seem worse
Try and explain your feelings, sound like something you rehearsed
Stabbed me in my back with a clean smirk
Lookin' so deep into your eyes, I can read your thoughts, so
Shut the fuck—, I mean, please don't talk
I done been through too much and I don't need another loss
Put that on every war scar for every battle I fought
[Chorus]
Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag
Like fuck it, I'ma count while I'm in it
I hear planes flyin', crowds screamin', money counters, chains clangin'
Shit, I guess that's how it sound when you winnin'
I ain't jokin', do it sound like I'm kiddin'?
I been makin' like two thousand a minute
So high up through the clouds, I was swimmin'
I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it
I bet she gon' get loud when I'm in it
And we might have a child when I'm finished
[Outro]
When I'm finished, when I'm finished
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RAPSTAR
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Polo G
|
[Intro]
JD On Tha Track
Iceberg want a bag, bitch
[Chorus]
We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it’s gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I’m sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don’t get banged
’Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
[Verse 1]
She don’t like her body, left the doctor with a new shape
Blowing up my phone 'cause she just see me with my new bae
Heartbreaker, ladies love me like I'm Cool J
She was tryna cling onto a nigga, but it's too late
Booked a flight to Cali, racks and condoms in my suitcase
And every single dollar in these bands got a blue face
Diamonds in the Rollie, they in HD like it’s Blu-Ray
The way that I been ballin' should make the cover of 2K
Show out for the summer, I might pull up in a new Wraith
Dissin' on the gang, that's gon' only get your crew chased
And we hawk shit down, better tighten up yo' shoe lace
Lil' bro get up close, let the Glock .22 spray
[Chorus]
We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
[Verse 2]
I call lil' bro, he said he ready for the stain (Said he ready for the stain)
What you claim? You a lame, you ain't never put in pain (Put in pain)
Swear I be around some killers that go crazy for the gang (They go crazy for the game)
If I showed you all my charges, you won't look at me the same (You won't look at me the same)
Made some choices in my life I wish I never had to make (Wish I never had to make)
Lost my brother, seen him die and I just seen him graduate (I just seen him graduate)
Got that 40 on my side and I'm just rollin' past the jakes (I'm just rollin' past the jakes)
Both my hands can do the job and I ain't talkin' masturbate
I was in and outta state (State) 'cause I had a bag to make (Bag to make)
I risked my life but it's aight 'cause God ain't let me pass away (Pass away)
Fuck tomorrow, spin the block, just know we comin' back today (Back today)
I call Polo, he come dolo, we get 'em the fast way
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Pop Out
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Polo G
|
[Intro]
(Tahj Money)
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
[Verse 1]
I think about you on the road, when I tear down the booth
Girl, I can't wait 'til I get home to fuck the shit out of you
Even on your worst days, girl, you still kind of cute
If it go down, I'm gon' protect you, pull that stick out and shoot
All I want is your love, can't see no bitch after you
Off emotions, we did things that we didn't have to do
Scared of you leaving, I told lies when you asked for the truth
I second-guessed if you the one, that's when I didn't have a clue
Envy Martin and Gina, but we ain't think about behind the scenes
The way I kill it, lose her voice when she tryin' to scream
We from the trenches, we moved onto the finer things
Now you done went from H&M to a designer fiend
[Chorus]
He was playing games, got you dancing in the middle of the club
Got you dancing in the middle of the club
I know what you chasing, you can only get this feeling from a thug
You can only get this feeling from a thug
Tears falling, and it's liquor in your cup, all you really want is love
Baby, all you really want is love
Only talk to bosses, independent, can't be fucking with a scrub
Girl, I know you can't be fucking with a scrub (Kdubb)
[Verse 2]
I get this feeling in my stomach when you next to me
Man, I'm tryna get to know you sexually
Take you on shopping sprees for therapy
Move you out to Cali', in my mansion takin' care of me
I know sometime I'm crazy, I was hopin' you could bear with me
Beauty and the beast, pretty girl with a gangster
I swear you still the baddest in the room with no makeup
You the type of woman every hood nigga pray for
I vow to stay a hundred, never change up
In that sundress, damn, your body so amazing
Love the way you smell, I'm addicted to your fragrance
It's somethin' about you, but I really can't explain it
Just know that you mine, I tell that nigga he can save it
[Chorus]
He was playing games, got you dancing in the middle of the club
Got you dancing in the middle of the club
I know what you chasing, you can only get this feeling from a thug
You can only get this feeling from a thug
Tears falling, and it's liquor in your cup, all you really want is love
Baby, all you really want is love
Only talk to bosses, independent, can't be fucking with a scrub
Girl, I know you can't be fucking with a scrub
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Martin & Gina
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Polo G
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[Verse]
Before I put it in, I smack her ass (Smack it)
Pull out my iFeezy, hit record, turn on the flash (Haha)
We gon' make a movie like Ray J and Kim Kardash' (Bitch)
Put her on the block list, that's if that pussy trash (Bitch)
I'm Polo G, stressing who? It ain't a bitch that I can't smash (Smash)
Prolly fucked her too, it ain't a bitch that I ain't had (Flex)
Man, this shit is nothing, you the type to hit and brag
Run yo' mouth too much, I'm starting to think you niggas fags (Fags)
Hard for me to slow down, I got used to living fast
Bitch, I love the gang, on granny, I'lla give them boys my last (Gang, gang, gang)
Only be with shootas, you can't hang if you won't blast
Please don't try me like DeJ Loaf, I put them killers on yo' ass (Boom, boom)
Always shouting out my block 'cause, bitch, that’s where I started
Ahead of my class, yeah, I always been the smartest (Bitch)
Ain't no competition even though they try they hardest
I know they be hating, but I'm in my bag regardless (Flex)
Give this shit a year or two, let's see who get the farthest
Don't play in these streets before you turn into a target (Boom, boom, boom)
You could think you crazy, but my shorties get retarded
If I call up CCB, they scoring like they can't be guarded, bitch
That AR be shooting, I call it G-Unit 'cause you know that bitch stay with .50
Hair-trigger, just tap it, don't pull it, ain't saving no bullets, I shoot 'til it's empty
Like a yoga trainer, we be stretching shit
We come through with the TEC's, sendin' messages
Ain't no talk it out, police chalk him out, only way that we think we can settle shit
Had to cancel my old bitch, she was choosing, I ain't tripping, I'on miss her 'cause a thot gon' be a thot (Haha)
Niggas from the other side dissing my homies, I ain't tripping, just gon' kill him 'cause a opp gon' be a opp (Bitch)
Fuck that Wawa shit, we don't social beef, we grab Glocks
Spot News make reports when we speeding past blocks (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitch, it's nighttime, so we bringing out them red dots
Got a long nose nine and this bitch don't blow out snot
Feel like Jordan vs. Utah, I'm deadly with that last shot (Bitch)
Back to poking niggas, if I lose everything that I got
You keep flicking up with them rolls, then we might have to enter yo' slot
Put that barrel on yo' head, take yo' new chain and yo' watch (Pussy)
I been T'd since I got that news my homie dead
Caught yo' homie lacking- (Bop, knocked off his dread)
Just for satisfaction, we'll come take off a nigga head (Haha)
Hollows like a deadly virus, bodies drop when that shit spread
Explode in his flesh, make a mess, get ripped to shreds
Show no mercy for the enemy, nobody getting spared
Man, you niggas bitches, why the fuck would I be scared?
Thirty shots up in my bomb, my momma told me, "Be prepared" (Ooh)
Heard the streets been talking, I know what they said
Capalot been gridin', shorty gon' get to that bread (Flex, flex)
Ballin' like I'm Bryant, no, not Kobe, bitch, Lil' Ed (Bitch)
See, you could stay on the sideline, I'ma run it up instead, ayy, uh
I'ma run it up instead
See, you could stay on the sideline, I'ma run it up instead, bitch
[Outro]
Lil Capalot in this bitch man
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man
Long live twin 'nem, 1300 twin 'nem gang, man
TimTim gang shit, man
You already know how the fuck I'm rockin', man
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Neva Cared
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Polo G
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[Chorus]
Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day
Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock
I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang
Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
It's a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top
[Verse 1]
Swervin' on the E-way, don't care if I crash in this coupe
Shit I'm thinkin' 'bout too real, might lose my mind in this coupe
Can't relapse off these drugs, man, R.I.P. to Juice
We was tweakin' off them Percs, I popped my last one with you
Bond tight with my day ones, ain't tryna find no recruits
We was playin' give and take on that front line with my troops
Ayy, like who want smoke? We got plenty guns
Keep two lil' savages on X and they gon' get it done
And them hollow tips do surgery, they gon' clip his lungs
It was goin' down on the set, that's when this shit was fun
I just been ballin' on these niggas like I'm Kendrick Nunn
Every day my birthday, bitch, it's lit, I just turned twenty-one
[Chorus]
Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day
Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock
I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang
Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block
It's a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste
Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots
I been on my grind every day, don't believe in takin' breaks
I ain't stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top
[Verse 2]
Ever since I stepped up in this game, I've been a bomb threat
I was in the trenches, tryna see a life beyond that
'Cause complacent niggas usually die up in they complex
Nigga, where I'm from, they turn death into a contest
Livin' by the gun, put all my trust into this compact
My niggas went to war, but they ain't get no Vietnam check
Lil' bro want his head, he tryna make his brains ooze
Lil' bitch, I'm from the Northside where they raise goons
Took losses in these streets, shit got me singin' gang blues
I been a real nigga 'fore this shit became cool
I'm the type to switch my watch up every time I change moods
He the type to get excited 'cause he made The Shade Room
|
21
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Polo G
|
[Intro]
Hey big brother, it's me, Leia
Remember at the old house I said you was gonna be a big star one day?
I’m so proud of you
Mmh, mmh, mmh, Polo G
Live in the flesh
[Chorus]
Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit
Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus
Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin’
Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering
Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering
They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric
Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance
Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it
[Verse 1]
Phone on DND, I'm out in Cali whippin' through the mountains
Just cruisin', feelin' my song, windows down, speakers pounding, yeah
My engine roaring and that Gucci tiger growling
Expensive taste, my clothes foreign, I be dripping like a fountain
Need new shoes, I started hustling ’cause I didn’t get no allowance
Speeding down the wrong path, found my lane, then I rerouted
Hottest in my city, I had every record label scouting
I got rich and left the hood, still don't leave the crib without it
Swear it ain’t no better feeling than thumbing through these thousands
So much money, can't keep track, I think I might need an accountant
I been runnin' up that check, them blue hundreds just keep piling
Came a long way from depression, all these riches keep me smiling
[Chorus]
Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit
Talkin' to my lil’ sister, phone calls through Securus
Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin'
Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering
Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering
They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric
Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance
Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it
[Verse 2]
Couldn't leave my brother in them trenches, told him come and stay with me
We gon' live like kings for all them nights ain't have no place to sleep
Niggas watched us starving and never offered us a plate to eat
Took off, now they mad, but I know that they won't wait for me
Last year I took a trip to every place that I couldn't wait to see
Granny, I'm locked up again, sat in that station faithfully
Now I'm the golden child, I used to think my mama hated me
Ain't budging 'bout no problems, what a nigga gon' come take from me?
I heard you a robber, on that concrete, you gon' lay deceased
This 40 waving like a blowdryer, gon' hit his face with heat
With this shit for life, forever gang until I'm eighty-three
Real niggas dyin', it seem like Heaven is the place to be
[Chorus]
Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit
Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus
Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin'
Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering
Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering
They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric
Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance
Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it
|
Through da Storm
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
(Yo, Ayo)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know
You be posted up from Sunday to Saturday night
Started hangin' with the members, then you blew a few pipes
And you gon' do the dash if you see them blue lights
A lot of people dyin' and it's a chance that you might
You got God on your side, but it's hard to do right
Don't pay them haters no mind, you can be what you like
Tryna leave this in the past, grindin' for a new life
[Verse 1]
Hard headed, I grew up resilient
It wasn't no heroes, so we looked up to the villains
For generations, bitch, my side of town been drillin'
We been at war ever since them red buildings
It's hard to make peace once blood get to spillin', ayy
Lil Wooski get to shootin' like he filmin'
Yeah, my friends died too, I know that feeling
I'm poppin' ecstasy to help me with the healin'
Leia and lil' baby my younger siblings
I really love 'em, so I treat 'em like my children
Leilani told me stack them bands to the ceiling
I switched my swag up, can't you tell the difference?
I'm finna feed the whole gang with these millions
I'm finna buy my whole hood with these millions
Girl, if I give you my time, that's a privilege
But I can only give my heart to the realest
[Verse 2]
Lately, I've been feelin' like fuck the streets, this shit a scam
These days, if it ain't 'bout money, I don't give a damn
I'm just gon' get rich and fuck them plastic hoes on Instagram
Still with the gang though, one false move, them killers blam
Still on that same block for those who say they look for me
I ain't sacrifice the shit I lost, it was took from me
Almost went insane, went insane, went insane
From all this pain, all this pain, all this pain
Turned that pain into passion and made it happen
Shout out to the ones who doubted me, they keep me laughin'
Sippin' on this codeine got me relaxin'
She say she like how I be swaggin', she love my fashion
VVS my diamonds, my jewelry flashin'
Drip so hard, I'm makin' puddles, bitch, my Gucci splashin'
Fresh to death like my closet in the casket
Fresh to death like my closet in the casket
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know
You be posted up from Sunday to Saturday night
Started hangin' with the members then you blew a few pipes
And you gon' do the dash if you see them blue lights
A lot of people dyin' and it's a chance that you might
You got God on your side, but it's hard to do right
Don't pay them haters no mind, you can be what you like
Tryna leave this in the past, grindin' for a new life
[Outro]
Ayy, grindin' for a new life
Grindin' for a new life
Grindin' for a new life, ayy
|
Finer Things
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
Ayy
Gang, gang, gang, ayy (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Lil' Capalot, bitch, hah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
[Verse 1]
Hit the strip after school, couldn't wait 'til I got out of class, used to stare at the clock and shit
Before all of this rappin' shit, I was gangbangin' and doin' high-speeds on the cops and shit
And I'm straight from the Chi, but I ball like a king up in Cali and shoot like Stojaković
Keep applyin' that pressure, I go on the run, it ain't no lettin' it up, ain't no stoppin' this
Had to tell my lil' brother to chill, gotta stay in the house, come outside, he be poppin' shit
You ain't heard about us, well, you need to go watch the news, niggas know we be dropping shit
Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' up Glocks and shit
I'm just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit)
Might be rocking a show or if I'm not up the stu', then I'm fucking this cash off
Don't you know Polo G? Skinny tall with the dreads, that lil' nigga be rappin' his ass off
Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft
Go like Harden with rockets, we blast off
Tried to throw us some bullets, but we made 'em fumble, like nah, you ain't gettin' that pass off
Spin the block, now I'm takin' my mask off
Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns and leave tire marks on the asphalt
It's gon' be R.I.P. once your ass caught
He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off
'Nother day, a new chain or a MAC bought
All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost (4X)
[Verse 2]
That boy a bitch, that's his dad fault
If you play, then you lay, we can crash out (Let's go)
When I up in his shit, bet it's man down (Boom)
In BOA, I'm pullin' them bands out (Cash)
DOA, bitch, I get your mans off (Gone)
A rockstar from the block, I stand out (Uh)
Came from nothing, I fucked my advance off
When I hit the game, with my flow, niggas ran off (No cap), fuck it
I'm not your average joe (Uh-uh)
When I leave the house, I tuck it, uh (Fire, fire)
I'm rich, I don't shop on no budget
He clutchin', my lil' youngin want him a bucket, uh (Score)
I hop on this bitch and run it (Uh)
If I said it, I seen it or done it (Uh, uh)
These lil' niggas never robbed nobody
Ain't caught no body, and ain't getting no money (Cap)
Where I'm from, it's sports or gunplay
We looked up to the killer and dealers
But even them niggas wan' make it out one day (On gang)
'Fore my first M, I been had hood fame (Yeah)
Took off like I was on a runway (Yoom)
I'm a star, but still post on the one way (Blatt)
Them niggas talk, but they won't play (NLE)
We let them guns sing like the choir on Sunday (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Hop on the scene and I'm thuggin'
This Glock on my hip, so you know that I'm clutchin'
Catch me an opp, I'ma down him in public
The police keep askin', I'm changin' the subject
The way I grew up, man, a nigga was rugged
Why the fuck you got a gun? You not gonna bust it
And a hundred some shots, I ain't doin' no tustlin'
Give a nigga temptation like he David Ruffin
I ain't gon' cap, I don't even like rappin'
But I love wrappin' them bodies and shit
Fuck the bitch, and when I get done
I'ma up my Glock and then rob the bitch
Catch a nigga when he clock out
I'ma get him whacked at his job and shit
And I don't know why the police keep fuckin' with me
'Cause they ain't stoppin' shit, yeah
Spin on your block like a remix
Shoot him in the face, get his teeth lit
Extended clip like a broomstick
Shoot a flick like Netflix
Scratch an opp off the checklist
I just bought a gun off Craigslist
Shoot an opp in the brain, I'm leavin' a stain, only thing you see is red shit
If the police behind, we keep duckin'
My gun need some drawers, it got nuts
Whole gang, we strapped, don't test us
If a nigga play, he gon' get bust, yeah
NLE the Top Shotta, don dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Go Stupid
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
(Tahj Money)
[Chorus]
I'm so sick of farewells and R.I.P.'s
In the trenches yellin', "Gang gang," mob ties what I bleed
Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
He gon' let that 9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
[Verse 1]
Once you give my pussy up, it's over with
Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with
I'm in my bag now, I act like I don't know the bitch
Before I knew what platinum was, was tryna go on hits
Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list
You better pick out a casket, 'cause they goin' quick
They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when they post his pic
I know 'bout some flukey shit, I heard he died on a lick
My whole squad scorin', bitch, we don't do no assists
Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his niche
Might catch him at the red light tryna load his blick
Every day a gamble with your life, all we know is risk
From the Windy City where you bound to see the coldest shit
[Chorus]
I'm so sick of farewells and R.I.P.'s
In the trenches yellin', "Gang gang," mob ties what I bleed
Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
He gon' let that 9 blow with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and thieves
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze
[Verse 2]
Switches on them glizzys, get to blowin' like it's four of me
Promise to my son that the streets won't get no more of me
Remember every line from that obituary poetry
See they peep I'm ballin' now, just go back to ignorin' me
Always gotta spazz, unleash the beast when they recordin' me
Lord, I'm tryna take it easy on 'em, but they forcin' me
See him in person and that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'
Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them sticks in a van
You know it's fuck the other side 'cause my niggas gone
Always been fuck the other side, we don't get along
If we bump heads, like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
Aim for the head, that chopper spray, we get 'em gone
Independent, her hair down, and she feelin' grown
Tryna correct her flaw, she filled with silicone
And she ain't all innocent, she did a nigga wrong
I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song
|
Epidemic
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
JTK
[Verse]
You broke that bond, now when it come to you, my feelings weak
You let your selfish ways come in between our chemistry
Why you play with my heart and I show love consistently?
I put my life on the line, you wouldn't take that risk for me
Fucked up my trust, wish I could delete all our memories
Keep poppin' these pills, I hope it take away my misery
I got a dead soul, I been facing blunts of my enemies
Emotions bottled up, I don't know what's wrong and it's killing me
I cut so many off, my heart cold as December be
My mind keep racing, I been overthinking, I don't get no sleep
You don't understand how hard it was, I swear this shit so deep
I made it to the top and they all looked up in disbelief
They hate that I'm doin' better, they'd much rather get rid of me
I flex with no regrets 'cause they ain't show me no sympathy
I came a long way but I ain't as far as I'm finna be
I promise I'ma die a legend, I'ma make sure that you remember me
I used to daydream, I pictured everything so vividly
I had a feeling we'd be rich since the elementary
My peoples gone, got to witness everything they ain't get to see
Long live Maxine, I miss your love, wish you was here with me
You was a part of me, and since you left, I'm incomplete
My lifestyle used to be jump shots and sticking D
Life overwhelmed me, I said fuck school and hit the streets
I devoted my life to that corner just so I can get a G
Fuck a two-four, nigga, I ain't been home and it's been a week
We used to break down eight-balls, wishing we could get a key
Was tryna duck that indictment, the feds did a sweep
I hope you grippin' on your gun when them drillers creep
Lil' nigga grabbed his first glizzy, went on a killing spree
Caught him at that red light snoozin', he thought this shit was sweet
If he come from that other side, we make him rest in peace
I'm way too solid for the gimmicks, fuck the industry
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Chosen 1
|
Polo G
|
[Chorus]
Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga, I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
[Verse 1]
Plottin on the come-up, we was schemin'
Now I hit the stage and they screamin'
I was tryna cope through them hard times
For them X pills, I was fiendin'
Got a bad bitch, honey skintone, pretty long hair, she Belizean
Tryna tell you, girl, I can't love you, I'm a cold-hearted lil' demon
Dysfunctional, I can't show affection, might bug out for no reason
Really you don't even gotta be here, I done got so used to people leavin'
You was ridin' for me, then you switched up, now it's fuck you and I mean it
Couple situations left me traumatized, now I say less 'cause I'm speechless
If my brother need it, then I got him, man, the whole gang know how I'm bleedin'
Tryna wake up from them nightmares, devil in my ear while I'm dreamin'
In my past life, did some bad things, I know karma tryna get even
Tryna get away from all the drama, hopped in the Benz, now I'm speedin'
[Chorus]
Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
Ain't had nowhere to go, nigga, I was lost in them streets runnin'
And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
Just happy I did it, nigga, nobody ever gave me nothin'
Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
I'm just gon' keep stompin'
[Verse 2]
Goofy tried stealin' my formula
Look, these niggas corny, these niggas can't come on my corner
I'm the one do what I wanna
I made the guys spin that bitch every day like a carnival
Bought her a Patek Philippe 'cause she wanted one
These niggas nothin' like me, I am one of one
Take the Bentley, four hundred, I pay the bond
You ain't scarin' no one with no gun in this bitch
Everybody go dumb in this bitch
Niggas hoes and they mama a bitch
In the hood like Obama and shit
Presidential tint, no tellin' who in it
Ask around, I bet they tell you we winnin'
Different foreign cars, ain't none of 'em rented
Hundred million cash, I'm comin' to get it
Out in Cali', but my mind in the trenches
I advise the boy to play his position
Run it up and show love to my city
Never leave 'em, I'm bringin' 'em with me
Keep a glizzy, it's goin' in with me, I can't let 'em get me
No time for bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm busy
I'ma go hard 'til I'm forty or fifty
Niggas be talkin', but they never do shit
So if it ain't money, I don't even listen
|
Be Something
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
(Hit-Boy)
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
[Chorus]
Natural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hundred cash, look at what these songs do
Gangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want to
I be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
Wet shit like the Warriors, all my niggas gon' shoot
He gon' have to take a loss, some my niggas gone too
I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones new
[Verse 1]
Dolce & Gabbanas on my feet and these my favorite pair
Got a lot to lose, still can't be scared to take it there
I was in them slums, shit get dreadful like some Haitian hair
I come from that zoo, it's just cobras, pigs, and apes in there
1300 block, bitch, I caught my last cases there
Ain't no second chances in this shit, so we can't play it fair
Foenem line shit like a barber, Glock knock off his facial hair
Caught him lackin' in his whip, they tryna find his face in there
Lil Hop Out, he stay on go, bitch, all he know is green light
Let off shots with accuracy, showed 'em what that beam like
Posted by that liquor store, was sellin' what the fiends like
Used to wake up in low income, now I live a dream life
[Chorus]
Natural born hustler, nigga, stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hundred cash, look at what these songs do
Gangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want to
I be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
Wet shit like the Warriors, all my niggas gon' shoot
He gon' have to take a loss, some my niggas gone too
I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones new
[Verse 2]
Bury me like a pharaoh with this money and my gold too
Keep a shooter in there, try to rob me, this the wrong tomb
I hit Johnny Dang and mixed the diamonds with the gold tooth
The FN sing a song like it's the leader of a soul group
Don't come 'round here like we friends, you know I don't know you
You know I got demons, allow me to show you
Lately, I been on the road (Yeah), show after show
I know I'm makin' all the opps mad back home
Been a while since I had to dial from a trap phone
See you later, alligator, quite a while, crocodile, we gone
Pray to God that my money stay long
Also prayin' for good aim for when the devil try to go
|
Flex
|
Polo G
|
[Chorus]
And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me
Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me
Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me
It ain't no cure for all this pain in me
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Can't let my heart turn cold
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Can't let my heart turn cold
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm say less gang, I'd just rather let my cash speak (Flex)
Same niggas like to run they mouth have some fast feet (Haha)
Nigga, back when bro'nem was alive, you got your ass beat
Gon' reunite with my brothers, they need to let the guys free (Gang, gang)
Blicked up in high speed, ready when we ride deep
Stand over that bitch and shoot his face, watch his mind leak (Boom, boom)
Right back on the strip, if it's niggas tryna find me
Nigga, I'm like crack, a fucked up life come with tryin' me
I'm crazy, yeah, they call me Capalot, please don't mind me (Haha)
If I get on some bullshit, you know hot'nem right behind me (Gang)
I know you heard 'bout Chiraq, I'm from where all the crimes be
I need at least 'bout four M's, that's if you wanna sign me (Blast)
Bitch, I'm somethin' great, I keep a mirror to remind me (To remind me)
Gotta wait your turn, nigga, you know how that line be
Stay down 'til you come up, nigga, you know how that grind be
Then everybody gon' peep you, nigga, you know how that shine be
[Verse 2]
Ayy, keep your eyes up, them niggas ridin' 'cause we killed they homie
Hope that Glock up on my side the day they drop that window on me
Nigga, fuck a friend, run up them bands when I'm feeling lonely
I stay motivated, too many people dependin' on me
I'm high off so many drugs, got me losing consciousness
Playing with some murderers, death gon' be the consequence (Skrr, pop, pop)
FN finish niggas, ain't none of that playin' possum shit
Blood fallin' down his jaws, he gaspin' for oxygen (Haha)
They keep slappin' his face, tryna get him to respond and shit
And we ain't movin' sloppy so them killers left anonymous (Bitch)
But niggas quick to tell and put some statements on them documents
Feel like I'm untouchable, ain't cocky, I'm just confident (Blast)
Bitches thirsty on me, all the eaters give me compliments
Got it out the mud, they want me for my accomplishments
Ayy, ayy, I just fucked this bitch and it was just they anniversary
In between that pussy like that bitch was givin' birth to me (Ugh)
Left me in the shadows, now they claim they know me personally
They invite us to matches now, we use to do them burglaries
You on some broke shit, I ain't with it, that won't work for me
My price is in the thousands just in case you want a verse from me
[Chorus]
And every time I pop out, bitch, you know I got the gang with me
Them them niggas that's gon' bang for me
Homicide, homicide, they gon' make them bullets rain for me
It ain't no cure for all this pain in me
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
Can't let my heart turn cold
[Outro]
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
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Gang With Me
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
JTK
[Chorus]
I know these niggas never been a hundred, they let that fame switch 'em
Did all that preachin' 'bout bein' solid, then you changed, nigga
I'm from that 1300 block, I'm still the same nigga
They know how I bleed, swear this shit up in my veins, nigga
I looked my brother in his eyes, I seen the pain in 'em
Boy, I won't play, I'll go to war about my gang members
I was in the trenches slidin' with them grave diggers
Chopper showers, he gon' fall once that rain hit him
[Verse 1]
Addicted to this ecstasy, I like how it feel
It's like I been poppin' X ever since I tried a pill
Shit got me through some hard times, I lost my mind for real
Lot of shit happened way too fast, I ain't have time to heal
Ed was gon' make it on that court but he died in the field
I was still hangin' in the hood before I signed a deal
Posted on Hudson, jakes ridin' past, I had my nine concealed
Hot 'nem do no talking, they just spark shit when it's time to drill
Lil Stank so reckless, he ride fast when he behind the wheel
My shorties hot, keep bending blocks, they gon' slide with the steel
We lost some soldiers in that war so they been tryin' to kill
I be dolo with my ice on, I been tryin' to chill
[Verse 2]
Ain't no playin' both sides over here, please make your mind up and choose
Bitches cheerleadin' and then they sneak dissin', I think they sort of confused
Please stop runnin' your mouth, that's how brothers go missin' and niggas get put on the news
You goin' through it, you losin' it, huh? My shorties eager to tighten your screws
Them blickers go off like alarms, but you ain't wakin' up if you snooze
Niggas be clowns, puttin' on shows for the media, I don't be shit but amused
I won't forget 'bout that lil' shit you said, we gon' get you for frontin' your move
My shootas some hell-raisers, come through clappin' broad, they don't give a fuck 'bout the rules
I played the block, went on them drills by my lonely, I had the four-oh up in school
Fightin' anxiety so I kept spendin' my last on all of the drugs I abuse
Down on my ass, they ain't give a fuck about me, I felt like I ain't have nothin' to lose
Now I'm in my bag, just tryna run up these millis 'cause I ain't got nothin' to prove
|
Battle Cry
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Polo G
|
[Verse]
Well respected in this hip-hop, lil' Polo be spittin' facts
A lot of rappers doin' way more stuntin' than givin' back
You ain't my color, then you don’t know the struggle of livin' black
Cops kill us and we protest, what type of shit is that?
Man, if the police shoot at one of my brothers, I'm blickin' back
We hate each other, so we just wanna score and go tit-for-tat
All these shorties want is points, they ain't chasin' a different stat
Really riskin' it all, what’s the point when that nigga rat?
We seventeen, got forty years in that court when we gettin' cracked
Stuck in the system, they just watchin' us fail while they sittin' back
The government cuttin' checks, but can't cut a nigga some slack
It's hard to get a job, so we hustle and flip a pack
It's all a set-up, no wonder why they call this bitch a trap
Life was messed up, a matter of time 'til that nigga snap
Post-traumatic stress, so them triggers keep gettin' tapped
R.I.P. Malcolm, I promise to conquer and fill them gaps
Them corners leave a nigga boxed in, tryna break free
Crazy how I love the same block that tried to break me
Pray that I ain't in my own hood when they take me
This all we know, a life of peace what we can't see
I'm from where we unheard and we can't speak
We go to school, they try to tell us what we can't be
Profit with a billion-dollar mind like I'm JAY-Z
They killed Martin for dreamin' and now I can't sleep
Why would the devil take my brother if he close to me?
Now if you stare into my soul, you'll see my bros in me
We missin' you, man, this ain't how this shit supposed to be
Feel like I'm stuck, I wish them streets never proposed to me
Out there posted in the field with them soldiers deep
So now the other side wanna put a hole in me
Like every day might be the end of the road for me
We die young, so I couldn't picture a older me
Fightin' demons, let them drugs take control of me
All in my head, go and kill what they told to me
'Member we ain't have a thing, same clothes for weeks
Hardbody, that's how them situations molded me
Needed money and grew accustomed to this fast life
Pressure from this way of livin', so we blast pipes
Shit got me stressin' three hundred and sixty-five nights
Them people workin' against us like we don't have rights
It don't matter what this money and this fame can give
I've been hurtin', tryna smile through the pain and tears
Wish we could go back to them days when we played as kids
A lot of shit changed, that's just the way it is
[Chorus]
That's just (That's just the way it is)
Some things'll never (Some things'll never change)
Oh, oh, that's just the way it is (Way it is)
The way it is (Ooh)
That's just (That's just the way it is)
Some things'll never (Some things'll never change, no-no-no-no-no)
Yeah, that's just the way it is (Way it is)
The way it is (Yeah)
[Outro]
Never, never (Ayy)
Some things will never change (Some things'll never change)
Never, never (No, that's just the way it is)
Some things'll never change
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
You finally made it, big brother
You're the G.O.A.T.
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Wishing For a Hero
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Polo G
|
[Intro]
(1040)
(D. Major, baby)
[Chorus]
I've been scarred by your love, left my heart bleedin’
My soul posted in the shadows with some dark demons
I'm on the E-way in a fast foreign car speedin'
.223 spit out quick when that chopper ringin’
We ain't never duckin' beef, bitch, we not vegan
My lil' niggas 'bout that action, they be Glock squeezin'
Red beams on his head, now his top leakin'
I heard that boy got man down and now the opps grievin'
[Verse 1]
I miss Mike Durb, I won’t forget the things you used to say
My friends got killed on the same block where we used to play
I know that death come unexpected, you can’t choose a day
I swear I pop so many pills, shit got me losin' weight
One minute, life was so hard, shit had me losin’ faith
I know my haters checkin' on me, I been doin' great
I couldn't get wrapped up in that drama, had to move away
Everything could change, depend on what you do today
You gotta live with each decision that you choose to make
I used to hustle to survive, I found a newer way
Remember high speeds in the hot car, tryna lose the jakes
You got your life in your hands until you lose a case
So much potential in the lives these niggas threw away
Daydreamin’ 'bout my freedom, every night I used to pray
I got that check and stayed loyal, make sure my shooters straight
Heard he went unidentified, them hollows chewed his face
[Chorus]
I've been scarred by your love, left my heart bleedin'
My soul posted in the shadows with some dark demons
I'm on the E-way in a fast foreign car speedin'
.223 spit out quick when that chopper ringin'
We ain't never duckin' beef, bitch, we not vegan
My lil' niggas 'bout that action, they be Glock squeezin'
Red beams on his head, now his top leakin'
I heard that boy got man down and now the opps grievin'
[Verse 2]
Lil Duck hop out in traffic, let them things bust
Lil Jo be buggin', he'll make you give your chain up
This shit too deep, no, I can never give my gang up
Shit'll never be the same, them trenches changed us
My niggas gone, I miss them days when we came up
If I could be with you, give all the money and the fame up
That pain was so unbearable, I almost gave up
First, we was broke, but now I'm swervin' in that Range truck
We was wildin' in them streets, a savage what they named us
When it's violence on our side of town, they blame us
Smith & Wesson torch a nigga, he get flamed up
Them .40 shells crack his head, fuck your brain up
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Deep Wounds
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Polo G
|
[Intro]
Lil Capalot, bitch, ha
[Verse 1]
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back
Pull that TEC out just to make a statement
He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure
I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that
Mama told me, "I don't care if you scared
Go in for the kill, if they try, you better fight back"
We'll beat his ass if he try to throw the folks up
What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough?
They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us
Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up
Rich-ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car
Any sudden movemеnt and this bitch go, "Fah, fah"
Bet I have him huggin' Allah
I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
[Chorus]
Youngin' tryna clеar a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
[Verse 2]
Still on that bullshit, MJ
Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape
All my life, had to risk-take
But if they come and try me, .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break
Let anybody in this bitch play
I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with a stiff face
Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend
And they known through them blocks like Dikembe
Totin' on something bigger than The Great Khali
Thirty shots'll knock him down like Muhammad Ali
Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep
Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., bitch
[Chorus]
Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh
So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, "No way"
Tell me, Annie, are you okay?
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Bad Man (Smooth Criminal)
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Polo G
|
[Intro]
(AXL)
Look, woo
[Chorus]
Look (Woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit (Woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch and we both feelin’ ruthless (Ruthless)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (Nah)
Saucin’ (Saucin'), too lit (Too lit)
Headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless)
[Post-Chorus]
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (Boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (Ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh (Uh), she saw me and started droolin' (Woo)
Big dope (Big dope), boofin’ (Boofin’)
Snowflake (Snowflake), coolin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1]
I get the money and dip, huh
I don’t go to war 'less I'm fully equipped, uh
Everywhere I go, I'm good with a bitch, yeah, look (Ayy, ayy)
I got a fast whip (Uh)
Shooter shootin’, then he pass grip, uh
Don't say you smokin' on my niggas (Nah), 'cause that be your last spliff (Bitch)
Hitter with me, he do mad hits (Ayy)
Turned my bitch into a bad bitch
Dropped a song and I got mad lit
All I did was give 'em ad-libs, ayy, ayy, ayy
Too rough, we know how to play, uh
I did a show, that's out of state (Ayy)
I make them bitches go out of they way, Fivi
[Chorus]
Look (Woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit (Woo shit, lil' bitch)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch and we both feelin' ruthless (Ruthless, ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (Nah)
Saucin' (Saucin'), too lit (Too lit)
Headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless, boaw)
[Post-Chorus]
They fell in love with the movement
I see a opp and I'm boomin' (Boaw, woo, boaw)
You get the money, it come with confusion
Don't try to teach me, nigga, I know what I'm doin' (Ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh (Uh), she saw me and started droolin' (Woo, she did)
Big dope (Big dope), boofin' (Boofin')
Snowflake (Snowflake), coolin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
I just took a jet from the 'Raq in New York with the gang and we on some woo shit (Woo)
And we really outside and my crew lit
We too deep, ain't nobody gon' do shit (Lil' bitch)
If it's a problem, my young nigga shoot shit (Ayy)
Stakin' out like a date up in Ruth Chris (Ayy)
In the field, we took more than a few risks (We did)
Mike Amiri jeans full of blue strips (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I might get frostbite, all this ice on me, tell 'em, "Stitch me a new wrist" (Lil' bitch)
I just dropped ten racks up at Louis, I spent like a band on my new kicks (Lil' bitch)
Make a hater throw up 'cause my coupe sick (Ayy)
I can't fuck on that ho 'cause I'm too rich (Ayy)
Make a hater throw up 'cause my coupe sick
I can't fuck on that ho 'cause I'm too rich (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Look (Woo)
I'm downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit (Woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch and we both feelin' ruthless (Ruthless, ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, "You ain't gon' do shit" (Nah)
Saucin' (Saucin'), too lit (Too lit)
Headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless, boaw)
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Clueless
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Polo G
|
[Intro]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
A-Apollo did it
[Chorus]
This shit left me shell shocked and traumatized (Shell shocked and traumatized)
It's hard to speak on what I'm feeling up inside (I'm feeling up inside)
I can't even look my mama in her eyes (Look my mama in her eyes)
I put you through so much and I apologize (I apologize)
I'm cashing checks I hope these hunnids stop the crying (Stop the crying)
Where I'm from they only love you when you die (When you die)
I'm from the trenches where we fighting to survive (To survive)
Can't be another victim of these homicides
[Verse 1]
And you can't even show too much love, or they get greedy
The same niggas ain’t give a fuck, saying don't leave me
For my niggas I wrote this one in blood, I know you see me
It ain't no turning back they went too far so fuck a treaty
Phone on airplane mode, I'm too high up for you to reach me
I been too busy chasing my dreams, I'm never sleepy
Catch us at the awards like look mama I'm on TV
I'm just tryna make my mark in this shit, like Pac or Weezy
I can tell by the look in your eyes, you probably need me
But it's a lot of girls that's attractive, what can you teach me?
And is you gon' stick around or say fuck me when this ain't easy?
It be the ones that you least expected, I swear this shit it get greasy
[Verse 2]
My lil' niggas some demons, they be quick to let it spark
We was shorties on the block, we wasn't playing in the park
Granny say whatever you do, just play it smart
I keep getting tatted, just to cover up the scars
I'm just tryna shine and fight my way up out the dark
We like royalty, kings is what we are
I just plan on chasing my dreams and going far
Gotta think big if you plan on living large
Tryna look on Billboard and see my name up on them charts
I walk up in the stu' and put my soul in every bar
Whole team gotta eat, we filling up the shopping cart
And you can't grab a plate if you weren't right here from the start
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Hollywood
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
(JD On Tha Track)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
[Chorus]
We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
[Verse 1]
She heard I'm a star, now she tryna take her clothes off
Faceshot with this AR, I'm bound to knock a nigga nose off
Drowsy off the Act', I'm sippin' lean until I doze off
My homie trappin' like it's laundry day, he drop a load off
Police at the bando, hit the back and cut the stove off
Used to hustle packs but now I'm richer than my old boss
Almost summertime, I'm finna see how much the Rolls cost
If her friend ain't fuckin', kick her out and make them hoes walk
Runnin' through them hundreds, new blue check, I guess I'm verified
Cappin' off this ecstasy, I'm rollin' like I'm paralyzed
You weren't out there thuggin' with the killers, you was terrified
All my niggas pop out in them trenches, we don't never hide
[Verse 2]
None of my hoes got a lot of mileage
Keep it G, your style is childish
Proud of myself, I finally found it
Only keep the guys around me
I go extra dressing with this drip, I call it Thousand Island
I can make my youngin snatch your necklace for a thousand dollars
Soon as we sexin', thousand problems
Hoppin' on jets, this money calling
I still be thuggin', I'm sorry, mama
Pop out, I'm on every corner
VVS on every stone
This jewelry got my head gone
These bankrolls got my head gone
These meds got my head gone
We been poppin' out since middle school
This lifestyle ain't nothing new
But we'll get rid of you, yeah
We been poppin' out since middle school
This shit here ain't nothing new
Polo, what you tell 'em, fool?
[Verse 3]
And don't gotta explain (Nah), 'cause I got plenty stains (Stains)
I pull up in Ferraris when I hop on the plane (No cap)
Got diamonds on my Cartis (Cartis), I see you niggas lame (Lame)
I'm in Miami Garden with a Richard Mille plain (Richard Mille plain)
I'm a seed, you can't put me in a grave (No)
Somebody pray for me 'cause I couldn't have been a slave (No)
Float on the D-U-B's, we had cash back in the day (Yeah)
Now the Rollie say the date, roll around in two-door Wraith (Two Wraiths)
You gotta work hard, just can't make it off of faith
I sold me a lil' hard for a few thousands, I was straight (Straight)
I been jumped off the porch, learned to hustle for a plate
Now the shrimp come with a steak, five star condo where I lay
[Chorus]
We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hit your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane
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Pop Out Again
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
(Yo, Ayo)
[Chorus]
High off ecstasy and that codeine what I'm sippin' (What I'm sippin')
This new Glock got thirty-three, Scottie Pippen (Scottie Pippen)
Bitch, all of my niggas bangin' C's like we Crippin' (Like we Crippin')
Girl, you got what I need, what I been missing (What I'm missing)
Let's take that chance, want you to see that I'm different (Oh)
Back then, tryna find myself, I couldn't believe how I was trippin' (Oh)
No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees, that's how I'm living (That's how I'm living)
Every time that I pop out, bustdown VVs, designer drippin' (Designer drippin')
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm from Chiraq, when it get hot, they bring them TECs out
Better watch your back or you'll be on that corner stretched out
Quick to change a nigga standin' tall with his chest out
And they like headshots, it won't make sense to bring a vest out
Shit be devastatin', you find out your homie checked out
Parents lose control, don't know her daughter havin' sex now
Niggas hatin', I'm gettin' paper, that's what they pressed 'bout
Went down the wrong path, switched it up and chose the best route
I ain't used to have it all, I used to feel left out
'Member I was broke, ain't have a dollar, I was stressed out
Now I'm tryna get richer, like Blast, let's bring the jets out
Bitch, I need like ten bathrooms up in my next house
[Chorus]
High off ecstasy and that codeine what I'm sippin'
This new Glock got thirty-three, Scottie Pippen
Bitch, all of my niggas bangin' C's like we Crippin'
Girl, you got what I need, what I been missing
Let's take that chance, want you to see that I'm different
Back then, tryna find myself, I couldn't believe how I was trippin'
No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees, that's how I'm living
Every time that I pop out, bustdown VVs, designer drippin'
[Verse 2]
Got a baby 40 with a new extended clip inside
For any problem, bitch, it's twenty-two up in this clip of mine
My peoples lookin' up to me, so no, I can't be victimized
I got so much pent-up anger, I just wish a nigga tried
You gon' die before you blink, yeah, that's gon' be a quick demise
The world be so fucked up, that shit'll have you sick and tired
You can't even post a picture without being criticized
Was broke, but now I'm living everything I used to visualize
Thinking 'bout them stories, still don't make sense how my niggas died
That shit still haunt me to this day, them L's hurt a nigga pride
How both of the twins leave? Why one of them didn't survive?
Still want that point for Gucci, look his killer in his eyes
My bad I never scored for y'all, but at least a nigga tried
Walking through the opp shit with my Wesson, I couldn't get a ride
I gotta run through a check for every tear a nigga cried
Gon' make my mark up in this shit, make sure my spot solidified
[Chorus]
High off ecstasy and that codeine what I'm sippin' (What I'm sippin')
This new Glock got thirty-three, Scottie Pippen (Scottie Pippen)
Bitch, all of my niggas bangin' C's like we Crippin' (Like we Crippin')
Girl, you got what I need, what I been missing (What I'm missing)
Let's take that chance, want you to see that I'm different (Oh)
Back then, tryna find myself, I couldn't believe how I was trippin' (Oh)
No neighbors in the mountains, palm trees, that's how I'm living (That's how I'm living)
Every time that I pop out, bustdown VVs, designer drippin' (Designer drippin')
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33
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
(Damn, Mikey)
[Chorus]
I heard he been dissin' on the squad, we left his man sleep
Duckin’ silver bracelets, be precautious when the feds sweep
I want that brand new Bentley with the red seats
My pops was there for me, so I'll be damned, I be a deadbeat, uh
When you said you loved me, girl, you scared me
I'm fakin’ smiles, I'm hurt inside, can't let my fans see
They hear me talkin', but I don't think they understand me
Chеcks and deposits, young nigga swimmin' in them bands deep
[Verse 1]
Head on a swivеl, opposition like a block away
Teeth grittin' off them X pills, so high that I couldn't concentrate
I’m TimTim Gang, don’t add a K, 'cause I don’t think that's smart to say
Rock out with that TEC, might make a nigga do the Harlem Shake
Make sure that grass low, keep your pole and always watch for snakes
Be careful who you trust, 'cause they'll cross you like Tim Hardaway
Impatient in the slums, I couldn’t afford to let my mama wait
Long-distance relationship with God, so it get hard to pray
You can't really plan what's meant to be, I think they call it fate
Like girl, I love you, but it's only so much I can tolerate
Like girl, I love you, but it's only so much that my heart can take
Like let's give it a rest, girl, I just wanna give my heart a break
[Chorus]
I heard he been dissin' on the squad, we left his man sleep
Duckin' silver bracelets, be precautious when the feds sweep
I want that brand new Bentley with the red seats
My pops was there for me, so I'll be damned, I be a deadbeat, uh
When you said you loved me, girl, you scared me
I'm fakin' smiles, I'm hurt inside, can't let my fans see
They hear me talkin', but I don't think they understand me (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Checks and deposits, young nigga swimmin' in them bands deep
[Verse 2]
Fee say like two hundred racks, but the price keep goin' up
I'm the hottest out the 'Raq, they don't like me blowin' up
Back against the wall, no one to trust
Ain't no limit in these streets, can ride a bike, you old enough
Gotta fight, no foldin' up, lack, pay the price, you know what's up
And when they say, "Who winnin'?" Bitch, act like you know it's us
From the soil, you gotta share the same scars to roll with us
Say it's smoke, then roll it up, off the Act', I'm pourin' up
It's crackin' where I'm from, watch what you throwin' up
Just reckless gangbangin', no big homies over us
'Fatuated by dollars, yeah, on that guap, I got a crush
Been racin' to millions, the money talks give me a rush
[Chorus]
I heard he been dissin' on the squad, we left his man sleep
Duckin' silver bracelets, be precautious when the feds sweep
I want that brand new Bentley with the red seats
My pops was there for me, so I'll be damned, I be a deadbeat, uh
When you said you loved me, girl, you scared me
I'm fakin' smiles, I'm hurt inside, can't let my fans see
They hear me talkin', but I don't think they understand me
Checks and deposits, young nigga swimmin' in them bands deep
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Black Hearted
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Polo G
|
[Intro]
Uh
[Chorus]
So used to them gray clouds, I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay him down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame
[Verse 1]
Young nigga up now, 'member back then niggas clowned on me
Now from the Heaven gates only way a nigga lookin' down on me
Keep at least two hundred thou' on mе, keep at least like thirty rounds on me
With my niggas 'til thе wheels fall off, don't care if my ride on E
Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes
Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs once he play that writin' role
Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds watchin', might strike a pose
Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll
[Verse 2]
Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (Woo)
Heard niggas got money all on my head, tell 'em come crown the king (Huh)
Let the work thaw out for fourteen days, that's quarantine (Yeah)
I'll pour my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (Yeah)
Six-six-deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group
Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you
Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through
Bratt-tat-tat, duck, duck, goose
Two big guns on me for the smoke
That's Uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'
Call me Capalotty (Woo), Big Slimalini (Yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (Uh)
That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch, that's the 'Gatti (Skrrt)
Promethazine me or pinot noir me
I hide fettuccine from the federales
I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari
I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals
That money talking and we talkin' private
I'm not correspondin', hold on
Gucci slides and Versace robes (Ooh)
I'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a ho (Ooh)
I banged on anybody gang
And I ball with all my slime-inos
On gang gang, on Hollygrove
No plain jane, I smoke Zario
And when the rain came I put the top down
Under the dark clouds, I'm shining gold
[Chorus]
Used to the gray clouds, I might fuck around and drop the top in the rain (Yeah, yeah)
For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay him down, hit his top close range (Top close range)
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame, yeah
[Outro]
Polo G, Tunechi Lee, yeah, yeah
Call me Capalotty
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GANG GANG
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
(This beat from Murda)
[Chorus]
Girl, you got me losin' my mind
I just want you to see that I'm trying
Ever since you left, the sun don't shine
Don't want to lose you in this race against time
Hypnotized by your love, I'm blind
It's so hard to pay attention to the signs
Without you, feel like slowly, I'm dying
Broken hearts can make a grown man cry
[Verse 1]
I was sittin' there just thinkin', then reality, it hit me
Hope I feel your same pain when that bitch Karma come and get me
Feel like I don't deserve you no more, but I want you to be with me
We done built a bond so strong, and from that love, I know you miss me
Connected to your soul, I feel it when you hug and kiss me
Now your shoulder is so cold and lately, I been feelin' empty
I got caught up in this fame and all these hoes, I let it tempt me
In that hotel room alone, remember I would hold you gently
Went on dates, we took some pictures, everything was movin' quickly
Manipulated, I ain't think a new relationship would fit me
But I told you we can try it, even though I know it's risky
Mind games with our emotions, swear this shit get kinda tricky
[Chorus]
Girl, you got me losin' my mind
I just want you to see that I'm trying
Ever since you left, the sun don't shine
Don't want to lose you in this race against time
Hypnotized by your love, I'm blind
It's so hard to pay attention to the signs
Without you, feel like slowly, I'm dying
Broken hearts can make a grown man cry
[Verse 2]
Keep her in Love PINK 'cause I like how them joggers fit her
Wonderin' how I'ma play it, it was hard to get her
So beautiful, I keep her smilin' when I compliment her
If bein' this bad is a sin, I hope that God forgive her
Just had a son, I'm tryna be the perfect father figure
I kept you worried, in them trenches tryna dodge the killers
Tryna escape from this commitment made our problems bigger
It's hard to love with dysfunction, wish my scars was thinner
Tryna forgive me in your thoughts, I hope your heart remember
Know it's gon' hurt to see another nigga bondin' with her
Can't even look you in your eyes 'cause I'm burnin' up with guilt
For that one moment, went too far, and now I fucked up what we built
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Beautiful Pain (Losin My Mind)
|
Polo G
|
[Intro]
Head's burnin', wasn't told
To leave, the world is burning down
Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
[Verse 1]
Uh, let me tell you 'bout a young nigga, he was only fourteen
Don't fuck with niggas, he stay social distanced like he quarantined
Went from NBA to torn dreams
And a street legend in between
That's when prayers made him hit his knees
See, he was born Cabrini-era back in '99
On Chicago North Side, where the news reportin' live
He can't help but rep his hood, damn near born on his block
And his parents had him young, they ain't really have a lot
Seen his daddy gang bangin', one day, he might take his spot
Five years old and he taught him how to aim a Glock, uh
"Use that bitch to protect your family," that's what he told him
A empty clip, he grabbed the gun and practiced what he showed him
And his family hood famous, pop out, everybody know him
And his people stuck for him so he won't let nobody ho him
Uncle's tellin' street stories, shit intriguin' like a poem
Sayin' shit like he'd put it to they neck if anybody owe him
All through his childhood, he was bad, but innocent
Playin' basketball with his homies, runnin' scrimmages
This who he cracked jokes, made a bond, and got suspended with
And when they saw the opps, they fist-fought to settle differences
'Til one day, the opps, they got tired of gettin' beat up
They big homies gave 'em guns like, "Man, go and light they street up"
They puttin' hoodies on, all black, loadin' heat up
Adrenaline pumpin', now, they can't wait until they see us
Normal day on the block, it was fun and all smiles
But his best friend Jacob wandered off from the crowd
Took a walk to the store, headphones bangin' loud
Then his opps bent the corner, he ain't see 'em come around
When he looked up at the car, that's when them shots went, "Baow"
Blood oozin' with his back on the ground
Vision blurry, heartbeat slowin' down
Blood comin' out his mouth, feel like he startin' to drown
Tires screechin', last thing he heard was that sound
"Jacob just got shot," that's what a lady screamed
Now everybody out of breath, runnin' to the scene
Seein' Jacob on the floor, that was some shit they couldn't believe
His eyes rolling back, his auntie trying to tell him, "Breathe"
Died 'fore the paramedics came, she cryin', "Baby, please"
Ain't even get to graduate 'cause he was only seventeen
Shorty cried all night, wishin' that shit was just a dream
'Til that pain turned into anger, time to make a nigga bleed
[Interlude]
Fuck, man
This nigga just took my best friend
And I, I can't go for that shit
It got me fucked up
[Verse 2]
And by the way, his name was Terrence, but they called him Sed
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good at hawkin' niggas down, he got long legs
Now he'll go and kill anybody that he want dead
They heard he caught his first body and that word spread
And he know how quick karma come around, but he wasn't scared
Sacrificed his soul in them streets like Illuminati
Now sellin' drugs and shootin' niggas, them his only hobbies
Big driller now, he the one to call and go and catch a homi'
Got the lo' on the nigga who killed his dawg, he want his second body
A lightskinned heavy-set nigga named Rodney
Say, "He be out the west, off the Xans, movin' real sloppy"
[Interlude]
Yo, what's the word?
Man, you won't believe who I found out the nigga who killed Jacob
It was the lil' nigga, Rodney
He be hangin' out up at the gas station on Pulaski, trying to make some money, nigga always out his mind
Oh, yeah?
Bet, say no more
[Verse 3]
Sed pulled up to the lo', lights off, it's like one o'clock
Grippin' on the silver Smith & Wesson with like thirty shots
He ain't gotta put one in the head, it's already cocked
Rodney got his back turned, he trying to sell his last rock
Sed hopped out the car, he ready to erase him
Rodney heard him comin', he gon' run before he let him fade him
It's like a demon in him 'cause his eyes red while he chase him
Rodney havin' some with regrets, now he just hopin' God save him
Shots to the leg, hollow tips ate him
Fell to the ground like his shoes, he ain't lace 'em
Sed walked up, stood over him like, "Pussy, this for Jacob"
Gave him four shots to the stomach, then he faced him
Sed runnin' to his car, Rodney bleedin' on the pavement
He had untied his hoodie and they seen that on surveillance
Tryna match him to the footage, the police investigatin'
Plus they had his picture on the wall at the station
A week later, they had came and grabbed him from his mama house
Couldn't afford a lawyer in the county, fighting drama now
Said, "Fuck it, takin' it to trial", he ain't coppin' out
Judge gave him forty-nine years, now that's a lot to count
[Outro]
Now, prosecutors were asking for the judge to lock him up for up to twenty-five years
The judge gave him twenty-eight
Smith had the last word
Again, he was sentenced to twenty-eight years in prison
He has thirty days, Kelly, to appeal that sentence, back to you
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Bloody Canvas
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Polo G
|
[Intro]
Hahahahaha
Tank God
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta ('Sta)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1]
Switch my whip, came back in black
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (Scott, ayy)
Close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison ('Son, ayy)
Act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (Car, ayy)
Shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band" (Ayy, ayy)
Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta ('Sta)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 2]
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra (No bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
And now she screamin' out, "¡No más!" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
And you only got six cars?" (21)
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (Kiss that?)
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (Big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (Old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin', "Where the coke at?" (21, 21)
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (Ayy)
[Chorus]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta ('Sta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, grra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
[Outro]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a–
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…
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rockstar
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Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Double OT
I'm a new three
[Chorus]
Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you
I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', oh-ooh (Swaggin')
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you (Swish, ooh, ayy)
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah
Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay
[Verse 1]
I got me some braids and I got me some hoes
Started rockin' the sleeve, I can't ball with no Joes
You know how I do it, Concords on my toes
(This shit is hard) Oh
I ain't rich yet, but you know I ain't broke, ah
So if I see it, I like it, buy that from the store, ah (Store, ah)
I'm with some white girls and they love them the coca (Coca)
Like they OT
Double OT like I'm KD, smokin' OG (Smokin' OG)
And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth (And my gold teeth)
Bitch, I'm smiling, bet you see me from the nosebleeds (Nosebleeds)
I'm the new three and I change out to my new 3s (To my new 3s)
[Pre-Chorus]
White Iverson
When I started ballin', I was young
You gon' think about me when I'm gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won
[Chorus]
Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you
I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', oh-ooh
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah
Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay
[Verse 2]
Ooh, Stoney
Cigarettes and a headband
Commas, commas in my head, man
Slumped over like a dead man
Red and black, 'bout my bread, man
I'm the answer, never question
Lace up, learn a lesson
Bitch, I'm saucin' (Wow), I do this often, don't do no talkin' (No)
My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans (Ooh)
I'm ballin', money jumpin'
Like I'm Davis from New Orleans
Or bitch, I'm Harden, I don't miss nothin'
Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y'all can't stand it (Ayy)
I have it, I never pass it, I work my magic
High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy
It's tragic, I make it happen, and all y'all Shaqtin'
[Outro]
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
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White Iverson
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Hey)
[Chorus]
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn't be nothing
Now they always say, "Congratulations" (Uh, uh, uh)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (Uh-huh)
They ain't never had the dedication (Uh, uh)
People hatin', say we changed and look, we made it (Uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I'm jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I'm a savage, yeah
I be itching like an addict, yeah
I'm surround by twenty bad bitch, yeah
But they didn't know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Everyone countin' on me drop the ball, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Everything custom like I'm at the border, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make cents when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes
[Chorus]
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn't be nothing
Now they always say, "Congratulations" (Congratulations)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (Ooh)
They ain't never had the dedication (Uh, uh, ayy)
People hatin', say we changed and look we made it (Uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I was patient (Yeah, oh)
I was patient (Ayy, uh)
Now I can scream that we made it (We made it)
Now everywhere, everywhere I go, they say 'gratulation (Uh)
Young nigga, young nigga graduation (Yeah)
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby (Ball)
I'm looking for someone to call, baby (Brr)
But right now, I got a situation (Ayy)
Nothin' but old Ben, Ben Franklins (Cash)
Big rings (Woo), champagne (Champagne)
My life is like a ball game (Ball game)
But instead, I'm in the trap, though (Trap, though)
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl (Super Bowl)
Super Bowl, call the hoes (Brr), get in the Rolls (Skrrt)
Top-floor lifestyle (Top), Huncho and Post (Yeah, ayy)
Malone (Ayy), I got a play on my phone (Ayy)
You know what I'm on (Ayy), Huncho Houdini, it's gone (Ayy)
[Chorus]
My mama called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn't be nothing
Now they always say, "Congratulations" (Ayy, uh, uh, uh)
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (Uh-huh, ooh)
They ain't never had the dedication (Ayy, uh, uh)
People hatin', say we changed and look we made it (Yeah, uh, uh)
Yeah, we made it (Ayy)
[Outro]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
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Congratulations
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
Ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Needless to say, I keep a check
She was a bad-bad, nevertheless (Yeah)
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck (Wreck)
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck (Wreck)
Needless to say, I'm keeping a check
She was a bad-bad, nevertheless
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck
Thinkin' in a bad way, losin' your grip
Screamin' at my face, baby, don't trip
Someone took a big L, don't know how that felt
Lookin' at you sideways, party on tilt
Ooh-ooh, some things you just can't refuse
She wanna ride me like a cruise and I'm not tryna lose
[Chorus]
Then you're left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower, I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower
[Verse 2]
Every time I'm leavin' on ya (Ooh)
You don't make it easy, no (No, no)
Wish I could be there for ya (Ooh)
Give me a reason to, oh (Oh)
Every time I'm walkin' out (Oh)
I can hear you tellin' me to turn around (Oh, oh)
Fightin' for my trust and you won't back down (No)
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh (Now)
I know you're scared of the unknown (Known)
You don't wanna be alone (Alone)
I know I always come and go (And go)
But it's out of my control
[Chorus]
And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower, I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower (Yeah)
|
Sunflower
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Ooh, I fall apart
Ooh, yeah, mmm, yeah
[Verse 1]
She told me that I'm not enough (Yeah)
And she left me with a broken heart (Yeah)
She fooled me twice and it's all my fault (Yeah)
She cut too deep, now she left me scarred (Yeah)
Now there's so many thoughts goin' through my brain (Yeah)
And now I'm takin' these shots like it's Novocaine, yeah
[Chorus]
Ooh, I fall apart
Down to my core
Ooh, I fall apart
Down to my core
Ooh, didn't know it before
Surprised when you caught me off guard
All this damn jewelry I bought
You was my shorty, I thought
[Verse 2]
Never caught a feelin' this hard
Harder than the liquor I pour
Tell me you don't want me no more
But I can't let go, everybody told me so
Feelin' like I sold my soul
Devil in the form of a whore
Devil in the form of a whore
You said it, no, you said it
No, you said that shit, we'd be together, oh
[Bridge]
Ice keep pourin' and the drink keep flowin'
Try to brush it off, but it keep on goin'
Covered in scars and I can't help showin'
Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep rollin'
Ice keep droppin' and the drink keep flowin'
Try to brush it off, but it keep on goin'
All these scars, can't help from showin'
Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep blowin', yeah
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I Fall Apart
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1]
We couldn't turn around 'til we were upside down
I'll be the bad guy now, but know I ain't too proud
I couldn't be there even when I tried
You don't believe it, we do this every time
[Chorus]
Seasons change and our love went cold
Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go
Run away, but we're running in circles
Run away, run away
I dare you to do something
I'm waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame
Run away, but we're running in circles
Run away, run away, run away
[Verse 2]
Let go, I got a feeling that it's time to let go
I said so, I knew that this was doomed from the get-go
You thought that it was special, special
But it was just the sex, though, the sex, though
And I still hear the echoes (The echoes)
I got a feeling that it's time to let it go, let it go
[Chorus]
Seasons change and our love went cold
Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go
Run away, but we're running in circles
Run away, run away
I dare you to do something
I'm waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame
Run away, but we're running in circles
Run away, run away, run away
[Bridge]
Maybe you don't understand what I'm going through
It's only me, what you got to lose?
Make up your mind, tell me, what are you gonna do?
It's only me, let it go
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Circles
|
Post Malone
|
[Chorus]
You probably think that you are better now, better now
You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything
You know I say that I am better now, better now
I only say that 'cause you're not around, not around
You know I never meant to let you down, let you down
Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything
Oh woah
[Verse 1]
I did not believe that it would end, no
Everything came second to the Benzo
You're not even speakin' to my friends, no
You knew all my uncles and my aunts though
Twenty candles, blow 'em out and open your eyes
We were lookin' forward to the rest of our lives
Used to keep my picture posted by your bedside
Now it's in your dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
With my brothers like it's Jonas, Jonas
Drinkin' Henny and I'm tryna forget
But I can't get this shit outta my head
[Verse 2]
I seen you with your other dude
He seemed like he was pretty cool
I was so broken over you
Life, it goes on, what can you do?
I just wonder what it's gonna take (What's it gonna take?)
Another foreign or a bigger chain (Bigger chain)
Because no matter how my life has changed (No matter how my life has changed)
I keep on looking back on better days
[Bridge]
I promise
I swear to you, I'll be okay
You're only the love of my life (Love of my life)
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Better Now
|
Post Malone
|
[Verse 1]
Said she tired of little money, need a big boy
Pull up 20 inch blades like I'm Lil’ Troy
Now it's everybody flockin', need a decoy
Shawty mixing up the vodka with the LaCroix, yeah
G-Wagen, G-Wagen, G-Wagen, G-Wagen
All the housewives pullin’ up (Up, up)
I got a lot of toys, 720S bumpin' Fall Out Boy
You was talkin' shit in the beginning (Mm-mm)
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin' (More forgivin')
I know it piss you off to see me winnin' (See me winnin')
See the igloo in my mouth when I be grinnin’ (I be grinnin’), yeah
[Chorus]
Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me
Hunnid deep when I roll like the army
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It’s a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow)
Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (On me)
Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (Know me)
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It’s a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow)
[Verse 2]
Everywhere I go (Hey)
Catch me on the block like I'm Mutombo (Wow)
750 Lambo in the Utah snow (Skrrt)
Trunk in the front like that shit Dumbo, yeah
Cut the roof off like a nip-tuck
Pull up to the house with some big butts
Turn the kitchen counter to a strip-club (Yeah, wow)
Me and Dre came for the...
When I got guap, all of y'all just appeared (Wow)
Before I dropped Stoney, none of y'all really cared (Cared)
Now they always say, "Congratulations," to the kid (Kid)
And this is not a 40, but I'm pourin' out this shit (Yeah)
Used to have a lot, but I got more now (Yup)
Made another hit 'cause I got bored now (Yup)
Always goin' for it, never punt fourth down
Last call, Hail Mary, Prescott touchdown, ayy
[Chorus]
Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (On me)
Hunnid deep when I roll like the army (Hey)
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow)
Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (Goddamn)
Yeah, your grandmama probably know me (Goddamn)
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow"
[Outro]
Got 'em sayin', "Wow"
Ayy, ayy, wow
Sayin', "Wow"
Wow
Wow
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Wow.
|
Post Malone
|
[Verse 1]
It's true that all that you know is all that you are
You said that it's all that you want and more
Fuck off and pour another drink
And tell me what you think
You know that I'm too drunk to talk right now
You put your cigarette out on my face
So beautiful, please, woman
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't break your back for me
I'll put you out of your misery
[Chorus]
Tell me that it's all okay (Tell me that it's all okay)
I've been waitin' on this all damn day (Waitin' on this all damn day)
Call me in the mornin', tell me how last night went
I'm here, but don't count on me to—
[Verse 2]
Stay a little longer if you convince me
And tell me all the things that you have against me
Every time we make up, the truth is fadin'
Everybody's blind when the view's amazin'
Damn, who are we right now?
Can we have a little conversation?
Figure it out with no intoxication
We carry on, what is our motivation?
We're never wrong, how the hell we gonna make it?
Maybe we're used to this
Tell me, what are we to do?
It's like we only play to lose
Chasin' pain with an excuse
I love that shit and so do you
[Pre-Chorus]
But don't break your back for me
I'll put you out of your misery
[Chorus]
Tell me that it's all okay (Tell me that it's all okay)
I've been waitin' on this all damn day (Waitin' on this all damn day)
Call me in the mornin', tell me how last night went
I'm here, but don't count on me to stay
[Guitar Solo]
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Stay
|
Post Malone
|
[Verse 1]
Lighting stog after stog, I choke on the smoke
They tell me to quit, don't listen what I'm told
They help me forget that this world is so cold
I don't even know what I'm chasin' no more
Tell me what I want, just keep searchin' on
It's never enough, cup after cup
Blunt after blunt, I wouldn't give one if I could find a fuck
Ha, ha, ha, uh, in the cut and I put that on my mama
And my bitch called talkin' 'bout some drama
I swear there ain't no time for women on the come up
It's either pussy or the commas
[Chorus]
Man, I just wanna go flex
Gold on my teeth and on my neck
And I'm stone cold with the flex
With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
Man, I just wanna go flex
Gold on my teeth and on my neck
And I'm stone cold with the flex
With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check
[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah, push the gas, get a motherfuckin' nose bleed
She ain't never met a youngin' do it like me
She got a man but she says she really like me
She doin' things to excite me
She sendin' all her friends snaps of my new tracks
'Cause all these hoes know what's about to come next
I hit my plug up, got the paper connect
I drop a couple bands, I just wanna go
[Bridge]
Knowing all of this, it just don't make a difference
I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen
I come with the heat, man, I swear I'm never missing
And I'm still the same and I swear I'm never switching
Knowing all of this, it just don't make a difference
I'm just talking shit to the ones that'll listen
I come with the heat, man, I swear I'm never missing
And I'm still the same and I swear I'm never switching
[Outro]
Ooh, man, I just wanna go flex
Gold on my teeth and on my neck
And I'm stone cold with the flex, yeah
Ice cold with the flex
Hahaha, that shit hard
|
Go Flex
|
Post Malone
|
[Verse 1]
Me and Kurt feel the same, too much pleasure is pain
My girl spites me in vain, all I do is complain
She needs somethin' to change, need to take off the e-e-edge
So fuck it all tonight
And don't tell me to shut up
When you know you talk too much
But you don't got shit to say (Say)
[Chorus]
I want you out of my head
I want you out of my bedroom tonight (Bedroom)
There's no way I could save you (Save you)
'Cause I need to be saved too
I'm no good at goodbyes
[Verse 2]
We're both actin' insane, but too stubborn to change
Now I'm drinkin' again, 80 proof in my veins
And my fingertips stained, looking over the e-e-edge
Don't fuck with me tonight
Say you needed this heart, then you got it (Got it)
Turns out that it wasn't what you wanted (Wanted)
And we wouldn't let go and we lost it
Now I'm a goner
[Chorus]
I want you out of my head (Head)
I want you out of my bedroom tonight (Bedroom)
There's no way I could save you (Save you)
'Cause I need to be saved too (Saved too)
I'm no good at goodbyes
[Verse 3]
I want you out of my life
I want you back here tonight
I'm tryna cut you, no knife
I wanna slice you and dice you
My heart get possessive, it got you precise
Can you not turn off the TV? I'm watchin' the fight
I flood the garage, blue diamond, no shark
You're Barbie life doll, it's Nicki Minaj
You don't need a key to drive, your car on the charger
I just wanna see the side, the one that's unbothered (Yeah)
And I don't want ya to never go outside (Outside)
I promise if they play, my niggas slidin' (Slidin')
I'm fuckin' her, and the tour bus still ridin' (Ridin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye, bye)
I'm no good at goodbyes
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (Bye, bye)
I'm no good at goodbyes
|
Goodbyes
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, ayy
[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want
Candy paint with the white on top (Skrrt)
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (Drop)
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot (Pop)
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch (Bling)
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (Swish)
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want
[Verse 1]
Didn't know that was your girl when she gave me top (Yuh)
Kicked her out the Rolls said, "Thanks a lot"
Goddamn, I love paper like I'm Michael Scott (Yeah)
I can do things that your man can not (Yeah)
Slide boy comin' down, damn, I'm hot (Hot)
Everybody say that I gotta be stopped (Stopped)
Even though my final form ain't unlocked (Locked)
I'm so ahead of you muhfuckas
How you comprehend what you ain't understandin'?
Count a hundred bands and I watch it vanish
Diamonds going crazy like they on the dance floor
Got a lot of ass, nothin' I can't handle
[Pre-Chorus]
Flavor lasts forever, you should try a sample (Goddamn)
Baby, I'm the boss like I'm Tony Danza (Tony Danza)
Everybody tryna tell me what I stand for
But you don't fuckin' know me, homie, you don't want war (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want (Ayy, ayy)
Candy paint with the white on top (Yeah)
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (Drop, drop)
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top (Woo)
Half price my whip, same price my watch (Yeah)
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (Swish)
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want
[Verse 2]
I've been rollin' twenty ash, hit the road (Woo)
Hit the switch up the suicide doors (Damn)
We already know you vanished though (Ooh)
Hit my momma when I ride in that, oh
All these muhfuckas' so false with me (Yah)
If your money funny, don't talk to me (Nah)
I know there ain't shit that you could offer me (No)
Take a second if you think about crossin' me
[Pre-Chorus]
It lasts forever, you should try a sample (Goddamn)
Baby, I'm the boss like I'm Tony Danza (Tony Danza)
Everybody tryna tell me what I stand for (What I stand for)
But you don't fuckin' know me, homie, you don't want war (You don't want war)
[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plottin' on what I got
Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (Oh-ooh-ooh)
If you busy plottin' on what I got (Oh-ooh)
Kick in your door, that's SWAT, you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top (Oh-ooh)
Half price my whip, same price my watch (Oh-ooh-ooh)
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (Oh-ooh)
Bitch, I'm young Stoney, I do what I want
|
Candy Paint
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Hollywood's bleeding, vampires feedin'
Darkness turns to dust
Everyone's gone, but no one's leavin'
Nobody left but us
Tryna chase a feelin', but we'll never feel it
Ridin' on the last train home
Dyin' in our sleep, we're livin' out a dream
We only make it out alone
[Chorus]
I just keep on hopin' that you call me
You say you wanna see me, but you can't right now
You never took the time to get to know me
We're scared of losin' somethin' that we never found
We're runnin' out of reasons, but we can't let go
Yeah, Hollywood is bleedin', but we call it home
[Verse 2]
Outside, the winter sky turnin' grey
City up in smoke, it's only ash when it rains
Howl at the moon and go to sleep in the day
Love for everybody 'til the drugs fade away
In the mornin', blocking out the sun with the shades
She gotta check her pulse to tell herself that she okay
It seem like dyin' young is an honor
But who'd be at my funeral? I wonder
I go out and all they eyes on me
I show out, do you like what you see?
And now they closin' in on me
Let 'em sharpen all they teeth
This is more than I can handle, blood in my Lambo'
Wish I could go, oh, I'm losin' ho-ope
I light a candle, some Palo Santo
For all these demons, wish I could just go home
|
Hollywood’s Bleeding
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
I've been looking for someone
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit
I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep it pouring
And I ain't seen the light of day since, well, that's not important, it's been long
And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip the Houston
Cars and clothes, thought I was winnin', you knew I was losing
You told me to wake up but my clock always stays on snooze and I'm done
[Chorus]
To each their own and find peace in knowin'
Ain't always broken, but here's to hopin'
Show no emotion, against your coding
Just act as hard as you can
You don't need a friend
Boy, you're the man
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
[Verse 2]
And I've been looking for someone that I can buy my drugs from
It seems like every plug ran east to Utah, became Mormons
Drought comes around, feels like I have no one to depend on
Sober, ugh
I had eighty beers on Tuesday night, I had nothing to do then
I put on a little Dwight and sang a happy tune
And lit a cigarette, stepped out the door, had an appearance
Drank more
|
Feeling Whitney
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Oh
[Chorus]
I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone
You bled me dry just like the tears you never show
Why don't you take what you want from me?
Take what you need from me
Take what you want and go
Why don't you take what you want from me?
Take what you need from me
Take what you want and go
[Verse 1]
I never needed anything from you
And all I ever asked was for the truth (All I ever asked was for)
You showed your tongue and it was forked in two
Your venom was lethal, I almost believed you (Almost believed you)
Yeah, you preyed on my every mistake
Waited on me to break, held me under hopin' I would drown
Like a plague, I was wasting away
Tryna find my way out, find my way out (Find my way out)
[Pre-Chorus 1]
And it finally came the day
I start giving my heart away
For Heaven's sake, my bones will break
But you'll never own my soul, no
[Chorus]
I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone
You bled me dry just like the tears you never show
Why don't you take what you want from me?
Take what you need from me
Take what you want and go
Why don't you take what you want from me?
Take what you need from me
Take what you want and go
[Verse 2]
I took them stones you threw, made chains for the crew (Ice)
I brought up 10 hoes, this coupe only made for two (Yessir)
They all ran through it, it ain't nothin' left to do
I need some more reasons to live out this evening (Straight up)
I've been sippin' forever and just taking whatever
Hoping, thinking whenever you'll be back around
Let's go our ways, whichever
You say how is however long
'Cause you know I'll never be alone (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Love (Love, yeah)
Shorty gon' back (Shorty gon, shorty gon' back)
Need it on sight (Need it on, need it on sight)
Crack it all back (Crack it all, crack it all back)
Give her that pipe (Give her that, give her that pipe)
All of my gang (All of my, all of my gang)
Shawty went bad (Shawty went, shawty went bad)
[Outro]
Take it all away
Why don't you (Take what you want, take what you need)
Take what you need from me, yeah
(Take what you want) Why don't you (Take what you need)
(What you need, yeah)
|
Take What You Want
|
Post Malone
|
[Verse 1]
Never know when someone come and try to take my life
I've been sleepin' with the .45 like every night
In the whip I pray to God I don't see flashin' lights
God damn, they right behind me
And I wake up everyday
I wake up every day with this anxiety
And they know where I stay
Got "Malone" on my plates
And they followin' me
Two hundred bands under the floor of the kitchen
A little more up in the walls and the ceilin'
Even family and friends started switchin'
Ever since I got that check, seen 'em itchin'
[Pre-Chorus]
Eyes open, I see you, I'm watchin' you
More people wanna be you, don't trust no one
[Chorus]
Tell me why I can get no relief (I can't even sleep)
Wonderin' when they'll come for me
A paranoid man makes paranoid plans
I do what I can, but it's out of my hands
Strugglin' just to find my peace
[Verse 2]
Sometimes feel like I got no friends
Can't trust a soul, like I'm Snowden
Right by the bed, keep it loaded
Lord have mercy if they broke in
I don't ever sleep, yeah, I'm wide awake
If you try to pull up to my place
Beam is gonna hit you a mile away
I promise, one of us gonna die today
Helicopters in the sky
No, he can't escape the eyes
Politicians and the lies
Tell me, what's the point in pickin' sides?
[Bridge]
(Ayy) Mind is runnin' all day
Cost me more than money and I'm payin' the price, yeah
I ain't goin' nowhere
Killin' myself so I can make me a life, yeah
Minute after minute, never had a limit
Woke up every mornin', knew that I just had to get it
Windows always tinted, you ain't lookin' in it
Either way, I know they'll come for me again
|
Paranoid
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Ahahah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
When you leave me, make me jump up off my roof
Didn't faze you, would've given you the moon
Even after everything that we've been through
I ain't never met nobody like you
Why you always tryna tell me that it's cool?
Need to quiet 'cause you never tell the truth
Felt like ballin' was the only thing to do
Trade my woman for some diamonds and a coupe
[Pre-Chorus]
When she's comin' for my heart, it feels like Armageddon
I'ma turn the tables, promise you will not forget it
Won't apologize, don't give a fuck if you're offended
No discussion, yeah, we gotta go our separate ways
Won't take me down in flames
I don't even wanna know your name
Watch how everything is gonna change, yeah, ayy
[Chorus]
I'ma pull up in a Bentley
With a fuckin' hunnid thousand in my pocket, yeah, yeah
I'ma pull in, swang my door open
Stuntin', knowin' everybody watchin', yeah, yeah
And help another bitch out the whip
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it, yeah, yeah
Just to show you that it's over
It don't matter what you gotta say about it, yeah
I'ma put that bitch pussy in a motherfuckin' bodybag
So you know that I'm never ever coming back
You kept your heart on the counter in a Prada bag
I used to never ever want to see the light of day, yeah
I was an idiot
Beggin' on my knees onto the floor
Now, I don't even want you anymore, anymore
It's over now
It's over now, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
[Verse 2]
Feels like a knife in my throat, you treat this like it's a joke
I bet you've done this before, I ain't surprised, yeah
I wasn't tryna let go, but you'll know why when I'm ghost
I hope you wind up alone, dead in my eyes, yeah
Ain't religious, only Christian when it's Dior
Only prayin' for the Amex and the gold
You ain't stop me, no, you only was a detour
Tried to drive me crazy, you ran out of road
[Pre-Chorus]
When she's comin' for my heart, it feels like Armageddon
I'ma turn the tables, promise you will not forget it
Won't apologize, don't give a fuck if you're offended
No discussion, yeah, we gotta go our separate ways
Won't take me down in flames
I don't even wanna know your name
Watch how everything is gonna change (Is gonna change), yeah, ayy
[Chorus]
I'ma pull up in a Bentley
With a fuckin' hunnid thousand in my pocket, yeah, yeah
I'ma pull in, swang my door open
Stuntin', knowin' everybody watchin', yeah, yeah
And help another bitch out the whip
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it, yeah, yeah (I don't give a fuck)
Just to show you that it's over
It don't matter what you gotta say about it, yeah (What you gotta say about it)
I'ma put that bitch pussy in a motherfuckin' bodybag (In a bodybag)
So you know that I'm never ever coming back (Never coming back)
You kept your heart on the counter in a Prada bag (In a Prada bag)
I used to never ever want to see the light of day, yeah
I was an idiot
Beggin' on my knees on to the floor (To the floor)
Now I don't even want you anymore, anymore
It's over now
It's over now
(It's over now)
|
Over Now
|
Post Malone
|
[Verse 1]
You got a lotta nerve, don't you, baby?
I only hit the curb 'cause you made me
You're tellin' all your friends that I'm crazy
Like I'm the only one
Why'd you throw them stones if you
Had a wild hair of your own or two?
Livin' in your big glass house with a view
I thought you knew
[Chorus]
I had some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
Been deep in every weekend if you couldn't tell
They say, "Teamwork makes the dream work," hell, I had some help (Help)
[Post-Chorus]
(Help)
[Verse 2]
You thought I'd take the blame for us a-crumbling
Go 'round like you ain't guilty of somethin'
Already lost the game that you been runnin'
Guess it's catchin' up to you, huh
You think that you're so innocent
After all the shit you did
I ain't an angel, you ain't heaven-sent
Can't wash our hands of this
[Post-Chorus]
(Help)
(Help)
(Help)
[Bridge]
It takes two to break a heart in two, ooh
Baby, you blame me and, baby, I blame you
Aw, if that ain't the truth (Oh)
|
I Had Some Help
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
I don't wanna die too young (Uh)
Yuh, too young (Uh, uh-uh)
Yuh, too young
[Chorus]
I don't wanna die too young (Too young)
Too young (Too young)
Too young (Too young, uh)
Countin' bands, hallelujah ('Lujah)
'Lujah ('Lujah)
'Lujah, yuh ('Lujah, uh)
I don't wanna die too young (Too young)
Too young (Too young)
Too young, uh (Too young, uh-uh)
I've been grindin' way too long (Too long)
Too long (Too long)
Too long, uh (Yeah, ayy)
[Verse 1]
Came up, don't know (I don't)
I just keep goin' with the flow (Flow)
I just wanna go and cop me somethin'
I hit Fairfax, go shoppin' though (Ayy)
She just wanna hit that bathingroom (Oh)
Hold that guap like a register
Keep on winnin', need that guapa though
Like I'm cash out, eat at Pappadeaux
Flowin' on to the Galapagos, runnin' and grab the dough
Man, this shit never minimal, feel like an animal
Yeah, bitch, I tryna keep me cool (Tryna, tryna)
'Cause I ain't never goin', never goin' back, uh (Tryna never)
Yeah, I don't wanna die too young (Too young)
I don't wanna die too young (Too young)
When I get that cash, it's hallelujah, ayy, hallelujah
Ayy, hallelujah, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Hallelujah, ayy (Ayy, ayy, hallelujah)
[Chorus]
I don't wanna die too young (No, ain't no)
Too young (Too young)
Too young (Too young)
Countin' bands, hallelujah ('Lujah, 'lujah)
'Lujah ('Lujah, 'lujah)
'Lujah, yuh
I don't wanna die too young (Too young)
Too young (Yeah)
Too young, uh
I've been grindin' way too long
Too long (Way too long)
Too long, uh
[Verse 2]
Ayy, whip fast, my bitch bad, I skrrt, skrrt, that coupe fast
My coupe fast, yo' bitch know (Yo' bitch know, skrrt, skrrt)
My bitch slow, she do what I say so
And she always keep me on my toes (My toes)
Poppin' that woe, man, I be gone, ayy (Whoa)
Just watch me go, bitches, they watchin' me go (Whoa)
Walkin' around, ayy, I pick that band up
And then I go drop that shit off, ayy (Oh)
Pull up in a Porsche, shit poppin' off
Pop that shit off, I got that bitch off
I tell her to knock that shit off and I got my nut off
And she washed my nuts off, ayy
Yeah, I want that shit (Okay)
I got that shit, pop that shit, got rich quick, suck my— (Ooh)
You know it make me goddamn numb (Ayy, yeah)
When I see 'em die so goddamn young
[Chorus]
I don't wanna die too young (I'm too young)
Too young (Too young)
Too young (Too young)
Countin' bands, hallelujah (Too young, goddamn)
'Lujah (Goddamn)
'Lujah, yuh (Yeah)
I don't wanna die too young (No way)
Too young (Too young)
Too young, uh (Too young)
I've been grindin' way too long (Too long)
Too long (Too long)
Too long, uh (Too long)
[Outro]
I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young
Countin' bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah, yuh
I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young, uh
|
Too Young
|
Post Malone
|
[Verse 1]
Ho, I look so clean and them motherfuckers just talkin'
Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin'
Don't wanna prove you wrong, but shit, you leave me with no option
Yeah, yeah
Everybody askin', "Post, when is the album droppin'?"
Ever since the very first day at it, I been poppin'
Don't wanna prove you wrong, but shit, you leave me with no option
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, swingin' with a four-door
Now they takin' photos
Bottles, we need more of those, ooh
Say she been to every show
Yeah, even on the road
And she always be in front row, ooh, yeah
Everything that I worked for
Waited so long to get on
The Caddy just sits on the chrome
I swang through on dubs on the four
[Chorus]
Baby wanna get in this S-Class (S-Class)
Little mama, she just wanna go fast (Go fast)
You know, baby, you don't get a free pass (Free pass)
So I told her, "Ass, gas, or grass"
Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin'
Gotta have perfect timin' when I'm ridin'
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
[Refrain]
Ho, I look so clean and them motherfuckers just talkin'
Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin'
Don't wanna prove you wrong, but shit, you leave me with no option
Yeah, yeah (Ooh)
[Verse 2]
Now she hoppin' in a old-school
Swimmin' in the carpool
Everything is all cool, ooh
Yeah, she told me not to tell
'Bout the rumors that I heard
She said, "Everything was all true," yeah
[Bridge]
Just me and lil' mama, yeah
Ridin' around LA
Just me and lil' mama, yeah
We own the city, yeah
[Chorus]
Baby wanna get in this S-Class (S-Class)
Little mama, she just wanna go fast (Go fast)
You know, baby, you don't get a free pass (Free pass)
So I told her, "Ass, gas, or grass"
Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin'
Gotta have perfect timin' when I'm ridin'
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
Ooh, ooh (Yeah)
[Outro]
So come hop in that, ooh
What do you wanna do?
Put that dime in my coupe
With that gold on my tooth
Ooh, yeah
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No Option
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Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, you'd die for me
Said you'd die, said you'd die
But you lied, you lied to me
[Chorus]
Said you'd take a bullet, told me you would die for me
I had a really bad feeling you'd been lying to me
We were on the low, but you were getting high with me
When it's past 11, that's a different side I see
Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me
But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me
Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me
But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me
[Verse 1]
It was love at first sight, felt like you were chosen (Oh)
But that blood in your veins, yeah, I know it's frozen (It's so cold)
Got no patience no more (No), been waitin' too long (Yeah)
You hid that shit away and I was the last one to know, bitch (Ayy, ooh)
I heard you comin' in, I was lyin' there awake (Awake)
Didn't know that it was you, got the gun right out the safe (Damn)
Remember when you got my ass arrested (Wow)
At least when I was in jail, I got some rest in (Yeah)
Ooh, I surrender (Ayy), time to forget ya (Ayy)
I'm too tired to forgive ya (Ayy), it's too hard on my liver (Ayy)
And you know (Ayy) it’s all (Ayy) over now
All your friends (Ayy), you know (Ayy) they sold you out
[Chorus]
Said you'd take a bullet, told me you would die for me (Die for me)
I had a really bad feeling you'd been lying to me (Lying to me)
We were on the low, but you were getting high with me (High with me)
When it's past 11, that's a different side I see (Side I see)
Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me (Die, die, die)
But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me (Lie, lie, lie)
Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me (Die, die, die)
But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me, yeah (You lied, yeah)
[Verse 2]
It was a VIP, happened to be one of my best nights (Yeah)
9 AM, I came from out the club, it was daylight (Daylight)
Got a bad girl, I was treating her too nice (I was treating her too nice)
Caught you being vulnerable, that ain't what I need, ayy (That ain't what I need)
You just sold your soul, girl, quit crying (Sold your soul)
From your passport, it looks like you lying (Know you cold)
You broken down by your past, don't deny it (You know I know)
Your ex called, you was vulnerable, you flying, nah (Flying)
Wasn't on the best of terms, girl, I was trying (I was trying on ya)
I did everything to reach out to you (I was reaching out)
Said you never had me caught up in no drama (No drama)
I done ran into my karma (I done ran)
[Chorus]
Said you'd take a bullet, told me you would die for me (That you would die)
I had a really bad feeling you'd been lying to me (You'd been lying)
We been on the low, but you been getting high with me (You was high)
When it's past 11, that's a different side I see (A different side)
Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me (Said you'd die, you said you'd die)
But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me (Know you're lying)
Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me
[Verse 3]
Settle down, I'll spell it out, it's simple enough
I came around, I figured out, should follow my gut
I don't play anymore, I went through your phone
And called the girls in your DMs and took all them home
And I know it's been a while since the last time you heard from me
Grew into a savage and that's why they gave this verse to me
Turns out it shows 'cause they turn out at shows
I sold fifteen million copies of a break-up note
Brought some strangers in our beds
And now you lost your right to privacy
Spilling all our secrets
When you thought they'd probably die with me
Know you fucking love it on the low
And you don't have to say I'm crazy
'Cause I know nothing's changed though
[Chorus]
Said you'd take a bullet, told me you would die for me
(You'd die, you'd die, you'd die)
I had a really bad feeling you'd been lying to me
(But you lied, you lied, you lied)
We were on the low, but you were getting high with me
(You'd die, you'd die, you'd die)
When it's past 11, that's a different side I see
(But you lied, you lied, you lied)
Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me
(You'd die, you'd die, you'd die)
But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me
(But you lied, you lied, you lied)
Said you'd die for me, you'd die for me, you'd die for me
(You'd die, you'd die, you'd die)
But you lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me
(But you lied, you lied, you lied)
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Die For Me
|
Post Malone
|
[Verse 1]
Hunnid thousand for the chain and now my drop (Drop, drop)
When I pull out the garage, I chop my top (Top, top)
Just like a fiend, when I start, I cannot stop (Woah)
I got, I got hella guap, look at me now (At me now)
Ooh, covered in carats, ooh, mahogany cabinets
Ooh, I ball like the Mavericks, ooh, stable and stallions
Ooh, massive medallions, ooh, I finally had it
Ooh, but then you just vanished, damn, I thought I was savage
[Pre-Chorus]
All this stuntin' couldn't satisfy my soul (–oul)
Got a hundred big places, but I'm still alone (–one)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I would throw it all away
I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay
You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway
I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay, ayy
You know I would throw it all away
I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay
Price went up, my price went up, we went our separate ways
I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay, ayy, ayy
[Verse 2]
Buy me love, tried to buy me love
Now I'm alone, Ice Box, Omarion (Ooh)
Plenty sluts grabbin' on my nuts (Woah)
Might have fucked, it was only lust (Trust)
I was livin' life, how could I have known? (Could have known)
Couldn't listen to advice 'cause I'm never wrong (Oh)
In the spotlight, but I'm on my own (Oh)
Now that you're gone (Now that you're gone)
[Bridge]
I don't even wanna go home
In a big house all alone (Alone)
I don't even wanna go home (No, no, no)
But I'ma try to call you on the phone
Brrt
[Chorus]
I would throw it all away
I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay
You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway
I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay (Made you stay), ayy
You know I would throw it all away (All away)
I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay (Made you stay)
Price went up, my price went up, we went our separate ways (Separate ways)
I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay (Made you stay) ayy, ayy
|
Rich & Sad
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Ooh-ooh, wow
Ahh, yeah-yeah (Wow)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
We got London on the track
[Verse 1]
Hunnid and twenty, come catch me
Forties inside of my belly
Shouldn't be drivin', I'm faded (Skrt, yeah)
Rock that Nirvana, my favorite
Damn, I forgot what her name is
She in the front seat, head-bangin' (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, money counter sound somethin' like a chopper, chopper (Chopper, chopper)
Speaker system bumpin', fuck your fuckin' block up (Fuck your block up)
Used to mock him, now it's custom Bentley mock-ups (Mock-ups)
Killer drop, a call from lockup
If you buy that Echo, why you lyin'? You broke
Got a nine in my tote, get you smoked like a stoge
Keep on ridin' my coat, your new shit is a joke
Why you bitin' my flows? What you tryna be, Post?
Yeah
[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin'
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin'
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin'
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' (Skrt)
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin'
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin'
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin'
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin'
[Verse 2]
(Ooh)
She used to shoppin' at the mall (Ooh)
I'll teach lil' baby how to ball
I hit Rodeo, spent like 40 G's (Wow)
Four hunnid bands on Gucci socks (Socks)
I lost all my friends, made a lot of foes
Made a lot of M's, made a lot of O's
Open up the safe (Ooh), I'm just with the bros
Cop the 458, cost me 2-5-0 (Yeah)
Man, look at all my ice (Ice)
I hit your main thing twice (Your main thing twice)
Take a word of advice (A word of advice)
Break up with that ho (Ho)
[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin'
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' (Ohh)
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin' (Ahh)
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' (Skrt)
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin' (Skrt)
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' (Skrt)
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas' glancin'
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin'
[Bridge]
Cold wrist frozen
Got sacks, Goldman
Bought the bar, Roseanne
No joke, deadpan
[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin'
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin'
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas glancin'
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' (Skrt, skrt)
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, guap keep expandin' (Skrt)
Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' (Skrt)
Ooh, baby, I see these muhfuckas glancin' (Skrt)
When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin'
[Outro]
Ooh (Ooo-ooo)
Yeah, haha (Ooo-ooo)
Ooh (Ooo-ooo)
(Ooo-ooo)
We got London On Da Track
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92 Explorer
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Ooh, yeah, yeah, hey
[Chorus]
Such a long time (Wow)
I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (Yeah)
Such a long time
I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (Yeah)
Such a long time (Ooh)
[Verse 1]
Ooh, this shit bliss, I'm so rich (Turnt as shit, ooh)
Abs like Abercrombie Fitch (Damn, ooh)
Mille, on my (Whoa, wrist, wrist)
Versace boxers on my dick (On my dick, damn)
Bud Light runnin' through my piss (Ooh)
On a yacht, 50 meters, it's offish (It's official)
50 carats on my fist (On my fist)
The roof go down when I hit switch (Ooh, bitch)
I money ball like Bradley Pitt (Bradley Pitt, ayy)
I worked so hard for all this shit (All this shit)
Pumpin' out classics (Ooh)
In the Batmobile, goin' bat shit
[Chorus]
Such a long time (Damn)
I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (Such a long time)
Such a long time (Such a long time)
I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (For a long time)
Such a long time
[Verse 2]
I'm in Saint-Tropez, I had to check wrist (Wow)
I just bought my girl a new necklace (A new necklace)
One, two, three, four, five, six (Five, six)
I'll take 'em all, don't matter what the price is (What the price is)
I said I'm sorry mama for my vices (For my vices)
You'll never understand what my life is (My life is)
One, two, three, four, five, six (Damn)
Shit, I'm checking off my bucket list (My bucket list)
You try to give advice, I don't need it
I've been doin' what I want since fetus
What you call a holiday (Ooh), I call another day (Yeah)
And I ain't ever stoppin', no apologies
[Chorus]
Such a long time (Such a long time)
I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (Such a long time)
Such a long time (Such a long time)
I've been waitin', I've been waitin' for a long time (A long time)
Such a long time
[Outro]
I'm in Saint-Tropez, I had to check wrist
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Saint-Tropez
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, ball for me
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (Oh-oh-oh)
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou'
[Chorus]
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm on the road, I'm gettin' paid, like what you want, baby? (What you want, baby?)
You're bougie, baby, but I love you, baby, give you the world, baby (You the world, baby)
Paid five grand for a handbag, that's Saint Laurent, baby (Saint Laurent, baby)
Damn, you love that money, baby (Oh-oh-oh)
Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (My whip, my whip)
30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (My wrist, my wrist)
We got alcohol, plus bad bitches, that's lit (That's lit, that's lit)
I swear, baby, we was just kissin', that's it (That's it, that's it) (Oh-oh-oh)
How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (For me)
Baby gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (For me)
Would love to take you shoppin', but girl, I'm in Europe tourin'
Sorry, lil' mama, I can't give you more
[Verse 2]
Yo, gotta hit him on the jack
When you comin' back? Where is you at on the map?
Everything is intact
Coulda been a seamstress, still wouldn't cut him slack
Pretty much, ain't got a clue
Itty bitty piggyback off everything I do
But I'm still droppin' jaws
Got 'em lookin' like James Harden at the awards (Oh-oh-oh)
Back to you, I'm so into you
For real, breh like I'm kin to you
If you a 10, I add 10 to you
They be mad when I tend to you
That's what the bae like
Call me Buffy 'cause that's what I slay like
These bitches, I son 'em like it's daylight
These niggas wanna know what it tastes like (Oh-oh-oh)
What it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo
They wanna know what it tastes like, yo
All this ice, it should taste like snow
Get kimonos and let's fly to Tokyo
Pretty, pretty please baby, won't you cop this for me? (Uh)
[Chorus]
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like)
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like)
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, ball for me (What it tastes like)
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
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Ball For Me
|
Post Malone
|
[Intro]
Easy money
It's about to be a surgical summer
Chop the tops off the coupes
The cuatrociento' ochenta y ocho
The Spider joint
And you know we gotta cut the heads off these snakes, right?
Watch the body drop
[Verse]
Drug dealin' aside, ghostwritin' aside
Let's have a heart-to-heart about your pride
Even though you're multi, I see that your soul don't look alive
The M's count different when Baby divides the pie, wait
Let's examine why
Your music for the past few years been angry and full of lies
I'll start it at the home front, "I'm On One"
Dennis Graham stay off the 'Gram, bitch, I'm on one
You mention wedding ring like it's a bad thing
Your father walked away at five, hell of a dad thing
Marriage is somethin' that Sandi never had, Drake
How you a winner but she keep comin' in last place?
Monkey-suit Dennis, you parade him
A Steve Harvey-suit nigga made him
Confused, always felt you weren't Black enough
Afraid to grow it 'cause your 'fro wouldn't nap enough
Since you name-dropped my fiancée
Let 'em know who you chose as your Beyoncé
Sophie knows better as your baby mother
Cleaned her up for IG, but the stench is on her
A baby's involved, it's deeper than rap
We talkin' character, let me keep with the facts
You are hiding a child, let that boy come home
Deadbeat mothafucka playin' border patrol, ooh
Adonis is your son
And he deserves more than an Adidas press run, that's real
Love that baby, respect that girl
Forget she's a pornstar, let her be your world, yuugh!
How dare you put Ye in my verses?
I'm selfish, I want all of the curses
I'm pre-bookin' the churches, me versus three hearses
If we all go to Hell, it'll be worth it
Already aligned with the greats, and on that same note
The only ones I chase are two ghosts
Still givin' you classics, that's the only thing that dates me
OVO 40, hunched over like he 80, tick, tick, tick
How much time he got? That man is sick, sick, sick
I got the devil flow, nigga, six-six-six
Surgical summer with it, snip, snip, snip
And you don't really want it with him
[Outro]
Surgical Summer, Volume 1
We gon' take this slow
We just gon' peel it back layer-by-layer
Yeah, DAYTONA
Album of the motherfuckin' year
And you talkin' 'bout you upset
Hahahahaha
Well, I wanna see what it's like when you get angry, okay?
You show me that
Push
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The Story of Adidon
|
Pusha T
|
[Produced by Kanye West and Nottz]
[Intro]
(W-W-W-What is it?)
[Verse 1]
Twenty-plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby-faced monster
No wonder it's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring was numbed by that nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm & Hammer and a Mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
'Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two-toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got they mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cuttin' school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and an arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor
Zhivago, tried to fight the urge
Like Ivan Drago, "If he dies, he dies"
Like Doughboy to Tre, if he rides, he rides
Throwin' punches in his room, if he cries, he cries
We don't drink away the pain when a nigga die
We add a link to the chain, inscribe a nigga name in your flesh
We playin' on a higher game of chess
Once you delegate his bills, who gon' fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the Pyrex
Started on the scale, digital my only Timex
Nigga, this is timeless, simply 'cause it's honest
Pure as the fumes that be fuckin' with my sinus
Nigga, this is Simon Says, Simon Red
Blood on your diamonds 'til you dyin', dead, yuugh
[Interlude]
You better change what comes out your speaker
You better change, ch-ch-change
Dee-dee-dee-dah, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dah-dee-day, ayy (What is it?)
[Verse 2]
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party
Trouble's on my mind
I still smell crime, my little brother cryin'
Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
Either that or my auntie was stealin' it
Hit the pipe and start feelin' it
Ooh-wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that
This was different, jeez louise, please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in
When I was ten, back when nine ounces had got you ten
And nine times out of ten, niggas don't pay attention
And when it's tension in the air, nines come with extensions
My daddy turned a quarter-piece to a four and a half
Took an L, started sellin' soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails misusin' his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt buttoned open, taco meat laying on his gold
I said, "Daddy, one day, I'ma get you right with thirty-six zips
One thousand grams of cocaine, then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He said, "Son, how come you think you'll be my connect?"
I said, "Pops, your ass is washed up, with all due respect"
He said, "Well, nigga, then show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick
Your son dope, nigga
Now reap what you sowed, nigga (Please reap what you sowed, nigga)
I was born in '87, my granddaddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all was smokin' is my profession, let's get it
[Outro]
You better change what comes out your speaker
You better change, ch-change, ch-change, ch-change
You better change what comes out your speaker
Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-They must be on the dick of who?
Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-They must be on the dick of who?
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Nosetalgia
|
Pusha T
|
[Intro]
Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?
Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?
[Verse]
The game's fucked up
Niggas’ beats is bangin', nigga, ya hooks did it
The lyric pennin' equal to Trump’s winnin'
The bigger question is how the Russians did it
It was written like Nas, but it came from Quentin
At the mercy of a game where the codes is missin'
When the CEO's blinded by the glow it's different
Believe in myself and the Coles and Kendricks
Let the sock puppets play in their roles and gimmicks
Shit, remember Will Smith won the first Grammy?
And they ain't even recognize Hov until "Annie"
So I don't tap dance for the crackers and sing Mammy
'Cause I’m ’posed to juggle these flows and nose candy (Yugh)
Ferrari, my 40th, blew the candles out
Tom Brady'd you niggas, I had to scramble out
They be ridin’ these waves, I pulled my sandals out
Jefe Latin my Grammy, I went the Spanish route
Oh, now it's okay to kill Baby?
Niggas looked at me crazy like I really killed a baby
Salute Ross 'cause the message was pure
He see what I see when you see Wayne on tour
Flash without the fire
Another multi-platinum rapper trapped and can't retire
Niggas get exposed, I see the cracks and I’m the liar?
Shit, I've been exposed, I took the crack and built the wire
Now who do you admire?
Your rap songs is all tryin' my patience
Them prices ain't real without inflation
I done flew it, I done grew it, been a conduit
Moynat bags on my bitches, I done blew it
See through it, neck, igloo it
Habla en español, I "y tu" it
Let Steven talk streamin' and Shazam numbers
I'll ensure that you gettin' every gram from us
Let's cram numbers, easily
The only rapper sold more dope than me was Eazy-E
How could you ever right these wrongs
When you don't even write your songs?
But let us all play along
We all know what niggas for real been waitin' on
Push
[Outro]
I do, so, yeah
Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?
Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?
Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?
Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?
I'm gone, I'm gone, you hear me?
I'm gone
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Infrared
|
Pusha T
|
[Intro]
Ha ha ha ha ha
[Chorus]
Beef is best served like steak: well done
Get a gun in your face, bitch nigga
Beef will have you praying to God
Move your kids, have you hiding your mom
Beef is when you hide behind them other niggas
But they ain't killers they ain't pullin' them triggers, fuck niggas
Beef will have you keying our cars
Heartbroke, yours don't look like ours
[Post-Chorus]
Them niggas ain't dying for you
Them niggas ain't dying for you
Throwing that flag up running around you hot shit
Taking half of everything you get
Yeah them niggas ain't dying for you
Them niggas ain't dying for you
And we know that
[Verse]
Contract all fucked up
I guess that means you all fucked up
You signed to one nigga that signed to another nigga
That's signed to three niggas, now that's bad luck
Damn that shit even the odds now
You better off selling this hard now
You call it living out your dreams
You can't fly without your wings
You get it
Jeremy Scott's all camouflaged
You can't hide it from yourselves, career sabotaged
I was really in that Travelodge
You just lying through your catalogues
Where the blood and the battle scars
We the ones that judge juggling the gavels on
Put me to the body, nigga
First 48 put us to them bodies, nigga
Round here we don't play that
A to the K that, spray that, lay back
You can keep your beats, nigga
We'd much rather share your bitch, nigga, bitch nigga
3 million can't hide that
It shows in the homes I done tried that
That's why you'll never be my neighbors
Smile as you waving but we know you niggas hate us
Fuck you playing games for
Don't be scared get everything you came for
They got you talking that big shit
Little do you know we don't miss shit
Them niggas using you as a pawn
You see they never loaded they guns
Now you out here all by yourself
Ask Steve Jobs, wealth don't buy health, yeah!
[Outro]
What's beef? Beef is when you need 2 Gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time
What's beef? Beef is when you need 2 Gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time
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Exodus 23:1
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Pusha T
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[Refrain]
Niggas talkin' shit, Push—how do you respond?
[Verse 1]
I'm top five and all of them Dylan
I am the hope, the dope dealers won
Price and the quote, the dope dealers want
Feds takin' pictures like it's GQ (GQ)
This Avianne collarbone is see-through
Angel on my shoulder, "What should we do?" (We do)
Devil on the other, "What would Meek do?"
Pop a wheelie, tell the judge to Akinyele
Middle fingers out the Ghost, screamin' "Makaveli" (Come with me)
Hail Mary, the scale fairy
Two sides to every coin so we bail ready (Bail ready)
How do you respond?
I let the monies and the fools talk
I let the jewels and the hues talk
Watch face came with a fuse box (Fuse box)
Chanel's on ya bitch
The coupe is 320, the roof's hit or miss
Murder on the highway, the news is at six
See, I did it my way, the proof's in the bricks
Yuugh! Smell it through the Tupperware (Tupperware)
Two can get you four like a double dare (Woo!)
I'm the king of the oven-ware (Oven-ware)
You can piece the whole puzzle here
[Refrain]
Niggas talkin' shit, 'Ye—how do you respond?
[Verse 2]
Poop, scoop!
Whoop! Whoopty-whoop!
Am I too complex for ComplexCon?
Everything Ye say cause a new debate
"You see, he been out of touch, he cannot relate
His hallway too long, bitch too bad
Got a surrogate, his kid get two dads"
I be thinkin', "What would 2Pac do?"
You be thinkin' what New Kids on the Block do
If you ain't drivin' while Black, do they stop you?
Will MAGA hats let me slide like a drive-thru?
That phone call from Ricky still hazy
When heaven got an angel named Avery
You gotta watch who you callin' crazy
Yeezy, the newest billion-dollar baby
It won't feel right 'til I feel like Phil Knight
Goin' for six rings like what Phil told Mike
Seven pill nights, who know what that feel like?
No more hidin' the scars, I show 'em like Seal, right?
How do you respond?
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What Would Meek Do?
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Pusha T
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[Chorus]
Come on, let's toast the champagne, this one's for the life
Did everything you could just to be here for the night
Man, it feels good, everything is right
Energy is strong enough to brighten city lights
My whole team winnin', no vision on quittin'
I'd rather say I did than let them busters say I didn't
Le-le-let them talk about it, mane, I'm already livin'
I risked my life to try every day to go and get it, get it, get it
[Verse 1]
Came from the bottom, no one said it would be fair
Now I'm on this money, loungin' like it's a beach chair
Papa don't preach, a-all we do is just reach here
Raised 'round killers, we just happy to be here
Spot 'em, got 'em, let your soul pay your dues
While my hoes doin' magic, voodoo Moulin Rouge
That's a tactic that they use, fuck 'em high, then suck 'em dry
Before you know it, her Q7 is buzzin' by
The queen pin to the kingpin, redeems him
The boat comes, the dope drums, my team wins
[Refrain]
Yuugh, this the life that we made
Gunshots in the dark like a sweet serenade
[Verse 2]
Supreme ballers, all my niggas got ESPYs
Triple doubles, both wrist and neck freeze
Triple doubles, two bricks and tech squeeze
Triple doubles, two hoes and check please (Woo)
They love me on my Ric Flair shit (Woo)
In that Phantom like I'm Blair Witch (Woo)
Who are you to be compared with? (Woo)
Ain't no niggas that you bled with
Court cases ran base and road aces
Lick shots or left bodies with no traces
[Verse 3]
Look, my ouija board don't never lie to me
The best rapper livin', I know who's alive to me
Yeah, the competition's all but died to me
Raah, I make these motherfuckers hide from me
The Sergio Tacchini life we uphold
You just posin' for them pics so you can upload
[Refrain]
Yuugh, this the life that we made
Gunshots in the dark like a sweet serenade, nigga
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Sweet Serenade
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Pusha T
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[Verse 1]
Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit?
My brick talk is more than obvious, it’s ominous
Garages, the phantom, ghouls, ghosts and goblins
Blonde mohawk the collection I’m Dennis Rodman
The money count is the only moment of silence
Cause hush money balances all this drugs and violence
Hat trick under my mattress
Date I stop still has an asterisk after it
After all I can make a call
I can baptize a brick
As I wash away my sins like a catholic
Who the fuck ain't mastered this
America’s nightmare's in Flint
Children of a lesser God when your melanin’s got a tint
And I can’t even mention what I sent or what I spent
'Cause my name in 18 wheelers is evidence
I put my boos in those cruise collections
Life’s a bitch
A to Z on her shoe collection, take your pick
Paid in full like ’86, Gs on my body
The new Gucci has less monograms, God’s got him
Let he without sin cast the first stone
So I built that all glass quad level first home
Shatter all of your misconceptions
Hold all of them missing weapons
You thought I would miss my blessing
The ultimate misdirection ya
[Skit]
Your husband was a drug dealer
For 14 years he sold crack cocaine
[Verse 2]
Federico Fellini in the flesh
Sergio Tacchini inside his mesh
Bitch I been brackin’ since the ‘80s
Google me baby, you crazy
’89 in London pull the Benz up
Type it in, Google’s your friend bruh
14-year drug dealer and still counting
Who deserves the medal of freedom is my accountant
He been hula hooping through loop holes, working around shit
IRS should’ve had the townhouses surrounded
Thanks to the lawyers
I marbled the foyer
I tore the floor up
Yeah, that’s for the Koi fish
We been dining on oysters
I walk though the garage it’s like multiple choices
I told ‘em pull the Royce up
I’m getting ghost, I’m hearing noises
I think it’s the boys, but I been banking at Deutsche
We got storefronts, we got employee stubs
We been opening studios and 40/40s up
The paper trail is gorgeous
Cases we buries ‘em
Before Reasonable Doubt dropped, the jury hung
Bling bling
Every time I come around your city bling bling
My tenure took me through Virginia
Ask Teddy Riley ‘bout me
Ask the Federalis ‘bout me
Tried to build a cell around me
Snatched my nigga Emory up
Tried to get him to tell about me
He told 12, “Gimme 12”
He told them to go to hell about me
Drug dealers anonymous
Y’all think Uber’s the future, our cars been autonomous
Mules move the drums, take ‘em to different spots
We just call the shots by simply moving our thumbs
I’m a course of miracles with this shit
Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists
Therein lies the piece of God
I always knew I was a prophet, but I couldn’t find a decent job
Life made me ambidextrous
Countin’ with my right, whippin’ white with my left wrist
Daaaaaaaamn Daniel
FBI keep bringing them all white vans through
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Drug Dealers Anonymous
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Pusha T
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[Verse 1]
Pullin' up in that new toy
The wrist on that boy rockstar like Pink Floyd
Waving at rude boy, I'm wavin' at you, boy
Ran off on the plug too like Trugoy
Imagine me do-boy, you could never do what I do, boy
Still, duckin' shit that I did, boy
Niggas in Paris 'fore Hit-Boy
These ain't the same type of hits, boy
Shit can get litter than lit, boy
You don't take these type of risks, boy
'Cause this boy been throwin' that D like Rich Boy
You missed, boy; ya numbers don't add up on the blow
That was ten years ago – if you know, you know (Yeah)
[Break]
If you know, you know
If you know, you know
[Verse 2]
This thing of ours, oh, this thing of ours
A fraternity of drug dealers ringin' off
I just happen to be alumni
Too legit, they still lookin' at me with one eye
The company I keep is not corporate enough
Child Rebel Soldier, you ain't orphan enough
A rapper turned trapper can't morph into us
But a trapper turned rapper can morph into Puff
Dance contest for the smokers
I predict snow, Al Roker
(If you know, you know)
I only ever looked up to Sosa
You all get a bird, this nigga Oprah
[Chorus]
Bricklayers in ball shorts
Coachin' from the side of the ball courts
(If you know, you know)
One stop like a Walmart
We got the tennis balls for the wrong sport
(If you know, you know)
If you know 'bout the carport
The trap door's supposed to be awkward
(If you know, you know)
That's the reason we ball for
Circle round twice for the encore
(If you know, you know)
[Verse 3]
You ever been hit with the water weight
Then had to weigh, "Do you war or wait?"
(If you know, you know)
When we all clickin' like Golden State
And you and your team are the motorcade
(If you know, you know)
Been grantin' wishes like a genie
To bad hoes in two-piece bikinis
I've been hidin' where you can see me
The skybox is right next to RiRi's
Solely responsible for showin' rappers how to stand
On the front lines when trappers started throwin' bands
Where were you when Big Meech brought the tigers in?
'Cause I was busy earnin' stripes like a tiger's skin
[Chorus]
Bricklayers in ball shorts
Coachin' from the side of the ball courts
(If you know, you know)
One stop like a Walmart
We got the tennis balls for the wrong sport
(If you know, you know)
If you know 'bout the carport
The trap door supposed to be awkward
(If you know, you know)
That's the reason we ball for
Circle 'round twice for the encore
(If you know, you know)
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If You Know You Know
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Pusha T
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[Intro]
(Yeah)
How you feelin'? (Fine)
You feel alright?
[Verse 1]
I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me (Yeah)
It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys (Y'all feel like danc—)
Your SL's missin' an S, nigga (Y'all feel like danc—)
Your plane's missin' a chef
The common theme, see, they both got wings
If you fly, do it to death
It's only one God, and it's only one crown
So it's only one king that can stand on this mound (Yeah)
King Push, kingpin, overlord
Coast Guard come, a hundred goin' overboard (Yeah)
I got money with the best of 'em
Go blow-for-blow with any Mexican
Don't let your side bitches settle in
Might have to headbutt your Evelyn
Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword
Whether rappin' or I'm rappin' to a whore
Might reach back and relapse to wrappin' up this raw (Y'all feel like danc—)
Givenchy fittin' like it's gym clothes
We really gym stars, I'm like D. Rose
No D-League, I'm like this close
'88 Jordan, leapin' from the free-throw (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
[Verse 2]
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more
Mix drug and show money, "Biggs" Burke on tour (Yeah)
Twenty-five bricks, move work like chore
Hit Delaware twice, needed twenty-five more
I see flaw, cracks in your diamond
CB4 when you rhyme, Simple Simon
Come and meet the pieman, a must that I flaunt it
The legend grows legs when it comes back to haunt us
Ballers, I put numbers on the boards (Yeah)
Can't a bitch livin' say I bought her Michael Kors (Yeah)
Every car driven was decided by the horse
Keep the sticker in the window case you wonder what it cost
How could you relate when you ain't never been great
And rely on rap money to keep food up on your plates, nigga?
I might sell a brick on my birthday
Thirty-six years of doin' dirt like it's Earth Day— God!
[Chorus]
(Y'all feel like danc—)
(Y'all feel like danc—)
Ballers, I put numbers on the boards
(Y'all feel like danc—)
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Numbers on the Boards
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Pusha T
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[Verse 1]
It's the blackout, 'Rari got the back out
Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill bin Laden, 'nother four up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with bitches, out with money or with ass shots
GOOD had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, 'Ye done hit the jackpot
Whole 'nother level, then you add fame
That's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealer
That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
That's a whole 'nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
(Whoo!) Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runnin' like the rebels, UNLV
Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind (on my mind)
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind (on my mind)
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind (on my mind)
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind (on my mind)
[Verse 2]
Pharrell said "get 'em", so I got 'em
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot 'em
Then it ricocheted and killed the game, I'm a problem
'Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my French, I'm going hard as my dick
When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch lips
Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin'
Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur dick
I feel it in my gut to kill these muthafucks
Is a must, like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Um, well, not really, it's getting kinda chilly
Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Air's richest
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit
[Chorus]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind (on my mind)
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
[Verse 3]
I'm a fucking walking paradox
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks
Ironed pair of dockers, two Glocks cocked screamin', "West side!"
With the speakers blastin' a pair of Pacs
Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly
Thinkin' that this 'preme wasn't free, willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
And fuckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils, it's Wolf Gang and the
[Verse 4]
With the Re-Up's a helluva buzz
Rick James said cocaine's a helluva drug
Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it does?
This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
Two different worlds, same symmetry
And this black art, see the wizardry when you at the top
Of your game, you make enemies, you'll never finish me
[Chorus]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
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Trouble on My Mind
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Pusha T
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[Verse 1]
Now that the tears dry and the pain takes over
Let's talk this payola (Payola)
You killed God's baby when it wasn't His will
And blood spill, we can't talk this shit over (This shit over)
The Lord is my shepherd, I am not sheep
I am just a short stone's throw from the streets
I bring my offerin', I will not preach
Awaken my demons, you can hear that man screaming
I'm no different than the priest, priest
Santería (Santería, Santería, Santería)
[Verse 2]
They say that death comes in threes, how appropriate ('Propriate)
Triple back, they rush in like Soviets (Soviets)
At the Kremlin
Searchin' for the green like a Gremlin, presidential emblem
Presidential tint on this shit that I am driven in (Woo!)
I just place orders and drop dollars
Rottweilers roam the grounds, the Glock hollers
The three of y'all too accessible
Seen all the wrong moves, watchin' The Untouchables
We don't do vegetables, niggas get flatlined
Welcome all beef, then we heat 'em with flat irons
Your plans are backfiring, think of double-crossin' a priest
Hail Mary, repeat after me
Santería!
[Refrain]
Ya te vas a la mañana (Mañana)
Ha-ah, los ángeles te esperarán
Es el fuego que yo—conozco
Es el fuego que yo—
Ya te vas a la mañana (Mañana)
Ha-ah, los ángeles te esperarán
Es el fuego que yo—conozco
Es el fuego que yo—
[Verse 3]
Of all the things I've ever paid for
Know that it's no price tag when I wage war
It's no more to pray for, niggas get preyed on
Darken my doorstep, they told me the day's gone
You listenin', De'Von?
As I'm talkin' to your spirit, for God's sakes
I'm dealin' with heartbreak
Checkin' my ego, I'm livin' with lost faith
I'm backin' this hit, nigga, you ever seen Shark Tank?
I paid 'em in small bills, all of 'em small face
I bet when we draw blood, you niggas will draw a blank
Dress you in all black, partnered with All Saints
Our numbers is all facts, my shooters give all thanks
And all praise, no jail bars can save
Leave you like Malcolm where X marks your grave
Hey, it's probably better this way
It's cheaper when the chaplain prays
Santería!
[Refrain]
Ya te vas a la mañana (Mañana)
Ha-ah, los ángeles te esperarán
Es el fuego que yo—conozco
Es el fuego que yo—
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Santeria
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Pusha T
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[Intro]
Drug dealer Benzes with gold diggers in 'em
In elevator condos, on everything I love
[Verse 1]
This ain't a wave or phase, 'cause all that shit fades
This lifestyle's forever when you made
They tweet about the length I made 'em wait
What the fuck you expect
When a nigga got a cape and he's great?
Oven's full of cakes that he bakes, still spreadin' paste
The love just accentuates the hate
This is for my bodybuildin' clients movin' weight
Just add water, stir it like a shake
Play amongst the stars like the roof in the Wraith
Get the table next to mine, make our bottle servers race
[Refrain]
These are the games we play, we are the names they say
This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he make
[Verse 2]
To all of my young niggas, I am your Ghost and your Rae
This is my Purple Tape, save up for rainy days
And baby mama wishes, along with the side bitches
They try to coexist, end up wishin' you'd die, bitches
Stood on every couch, in the A at the black party
No jewelry on, but you richer than everybody
You laugh a little louder, the DJ say your name a little prouder
And we don't need a globe to show you the world is ours
We can bet a hundred thousand with my safe hold
My numbers lookin' like a bank code
[Verse 3]
Ain't no stoppin' this champagne from poppin'
The draws from droppin', the laws from watchin'
With Ye back choppin', the cars and the women come with options
Caviar facials remove the toxins
This ain't for the conscious, this is for the mud-made monsters
Who grew up on legends from outta Yonkers
Influenced by niggas straight outta Compton, the scale never lies
I'm two-point-two incentivised
If you ain't energized like the bunny for drug money
Or been paralyzed by the sight of a drug mummy
This ain't really for you, this is for the Goya Montoya
Who said I couldn't stop, then afforded me all the lawyers
The only kingpin who ain't sinkin'
Chess moves are made, my third eye ain't blinkin
Stay woke, nigga, or get out
Still pull them whips out, still spread the chips out
Might buy your bitch some new hips and yank her rib out
The message in this music, all my niggas had to live out
[Refrain]
These are the games we play, we are the names they say
This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he make, yah!
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The Games We Play
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Pusha T
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[Intro]
Ay unno
Me? Me get every bloodclot ting
Ah him ah mind me, ah him bring di money come gimmie
Yuh no see mi titty dem how dem stiff an tun up? Ah him buy dem gimmie
Yuh no see how mi batty cock up an firm? Ah him buy it gimmie
Yuh no see mi big house wid car an land? Ah him buy it gimmie
So tell me, weh would I want wid unno skettle bald people mon?
Nuttin
[Chorus]
These women ain't shit but hoes with tricks
Baby girl, you different
When you're not around, it feels like something's missing
And I know you keep it real
Never tell no lie
Know you heard what they say
True love is hard to find
I just might trust you with my drugs
Trust you with my money
Just might trust you with my drugs
Might trust you with my money
Girl, I'll trust you with my drugs
Might trust you with my money
Might just trust you with my drugs
Might trust you with my money, girl
[Verse 1]
Started out as just a fuck mission
Who'd have thought I would've fucked with ya
Dope boy, they got trust issues
Never imagined being stuck with you
Years later, we in the villa suites
Top back, we on vanilla seats
Reminiscing about my episodes
With them extra hoes, but you didn't cheat
Cold nights when you couldn't sleep
Celine bags were the given treat
C-Class helped you see past
All them other hoes, and that they niggas weak
Whoo! I'm good money
Got you talking in dollar signs
It's all good that she the top bitch
But she just wanna know the bottom line
I don't blame her, I don't change her
I just sit back and give her options
Phillip Lim, Derek Lam
Every baller gotta know she's sponsored
Whoo! You earned that
Now where the fuck did you learn that?
We turnt up, we turnt out
We too far gone to ever turn back
[Verse 2]
Locked phones, past tense
Pass codes, we past this
Pass time, Presidential
Rolexes, both sexes
Blue bezel we both flexing
Big diamonds, we Bowflexing
Pitch dope, touch down
Both sports, I'm Bo Jackson
Your bitch fronting, that's you
My bitch stunting, that's me
I break it down, then break her off
I'm breaking bread, and that's key
We everything that they talk about
Know them haters be watching
Them bitches lurking -- your page locked
And they still know when you shopping
They still know that I'm balling
You still know that I'm all in
Your ex nigga, your next nigga
Gon' hate the fact that I'm spoiling
Whoo! But you earned that
Now where the fuck did you learn that?
We turnt up, we turnt out
We too far gone to ever turn back
[Verse 3]
Please don't mind
I just need some time
These requirements
Just gotta make sure you meet all mine
Standing there staring, with your bow-legged stance
Trust being nothing you could hold in your hand
Hustle in the hood, strong with the bands
Look at you as something more than a ho I could smash
Or being something bad I could bone at the bag
Pole in my pants standing at attention
When you step out of the shower and your ass is wiggling
Glance at the ceiling
Now your glass is empty
Thinking backwards, really
I done grabbed a vixen
That supposed to be a fitter after video
Stacks'll really blow
Dancers get exposed
Missing you when you not around
We text each other when out of town
You remain the same no matter up or down
These other women stay pretending
Money come and they help us spend it
But'll fuck my niggas in the very minute
I was down and out and had to go to prison
Kinda high role play, acki
And again I say I like these hoes
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Trust You
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Pusha T
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[Intro]
You supposed to put the first five hundred in the safe and lose the combination
Neck and wrist don't lie
Neck and wrist don't lie
[Chorus]
First in the Beach with a million-dollar auto
Bring the cameraman, we can shoot our own Narcos
812 matte black, lookin' like charcoal
I promise you the floor plan's nothin' like the model
Neck and wrist don't lie
Neck and wrist don't lie
[Verse 1]
The money counter ding is so exciting
Summertime, Winterfell, I'm the Night King
The Colgate kilo, the hood needs whitening (Skrrt)
We fishscale niggas like we all Pisces
Your bitch in my bubble like I'm still typing
She hopin' that you let her go like a kite string
Your eco-friendly jewelers, you keep recycling
Cartier bustdowns just not my thing
The B in the center of that left and right wing
The only time you'll ever see me next to Breitling (Skrrt)
Wonder where this started from, the facts are frightening
Richard Pryor's flame gave birth to pipe dreams, now we here
[Post-Chorus]
And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line
And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line
And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line
And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line
(And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line
And the dope house had a line, dope house had a line)
[Verse 2]
The phase I'm on, love, I wouldn't believe it either
I'd be like, "JAY-Z's a cheater," I wouldn't listen to reason either
All I know is E's a felon, how is he sellin'?
Weed, the Caliva brothers, deep down, I believe you love us, huh
Feast your eyes, the piece unique, it's sapphire
Rappers liars, I don't do satire
Neither I nor my wrist move mockingly
Y'all spend real money on fake watches, shockingly
They put me on lists with these niggas inexplicably
I put your mansion on my wall, are you shittin' me?
I blew bird money, y'all talkin' Twitter feed
We got different Saab stories, save your soliloquies
They like, "If BIG was alive, Hov wouldn't be in his position"
If BIG had survived, y'all would have got The Commission
Hov was gon' always be Hov
It 'twas the universe will 'cause Allah said so, and now I'm here
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Neck & Wrist
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Pusha T
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[Produced by Young Chop]
[Intro]
Dis type ah shit happen everyday
All dem a gwaan dem heart softer than clay
None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray
None ah dem have the guts to bust the SK
[Chorus]
I got diamonds on my blocka
Serve it to my flocka
Yeah, that's my flocka
To my flocka
Pray to Lord on my shotta
She be proper
Yeah, that's my flocka
[Verse 1]
All praise to the most high on both sides
I pray to God, I pray for hard, I won't lie
Multi cause I'm dope-tied, convo and a boat ride
Rent-a-cars for the whole month, drop Porsche money, no co-sign
Yuugh, my records ain't got to sell, nigga
Woo, go diamond off of my cell, nigga
Give a fuck what you sells, that chance come, I take mine
I ball hard, you bench ride, so fuck you and yo' baseline
No Soundscan for a bricklayer, square nigga, you a brick hater
We see a bitch, you fall in love, I fall back cause my bitch date her
Where I'm from, we go crazy with them choppas
Sellin' dope, goin' diamond on my blocka
[Verse 2]
Welcome to my blocka, take a look at my world
Diamond on my blocka, all we got is white girl
All we got is choppas, all you hear is choppas
All we see is choppas, that spotlight on my blocka
Dopeboy to the rescue, bad bitches get the best view
Lotta money just floatin' round, all them hoes feelin' special
Woo, I know the rent due, fuck me right and it's sent through
Third time you done used the line, God damn, she a pimp, too
Teamwork make the dream work, all my niggas done seen work
All my niggas ain't make it through, so much death that my dreams hurt
Where I'm from, we go crazy with them choppas
Sellin' dope, goin' diamond on my blocka
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Pusha T
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