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Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ My Beyoncé Trippin' on that drank, but I know she worth it Independent baby, I know she workin' Adriana's serving drinks, 20 bottles, urgent I know it can be better but nobody's perfect We flirted for a minute, DeJ, that's my baby I ain't trippin', I'm like Henny, yeah I'm in her kidneys She like to play her songs to the way I'm hittin' it Turn around like, "Damn Durk, I like the way you hittin' it" Don't believe the rumors, girl You know I'll do you, girl I don't wanna hear the shit about the niggas That tried to do you, girl Fuck the past right now Shawty got you right now And you hot right now You can get it right now, baby Ooh, I like the way she move Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth Together we cool, me and her can't lose Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ My Beyoncé I let him get it when he want it, knock it down and push up on it I was plottin' for a while, now I got him where I want him They didn't understand none of this was planned 99 problems but a bitch better not be none Na na, na na, yeah yeah This ain't what he want, I told him that Leave your girl, be through with that Get with DeJ, he ain't ever goin' back He was shy when I seen him, now he smile Heard a few rumors but they ain't my style I be hatin' when he out of town Hotel, I FaceTime you, no towel They ain't get it but they ain't our problem What the fuck can they do about it? Durk and DeJ I'm thinkin' 'bout changin' my last name Ooh, I like the way she move Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth Together we cool, me and her can't lose Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ My Beyoncé You and I White dress, flowers, and a suit and tie Me and you like Bonnie and Clyde No beat the case, we're do or die Who am I to say you ain't natural? Your haters my haters, ain't switchin' up, baby, I got you I'm with her like a tattoo The way you wear that dress, they gon' attack you The way you look at me, baby, I got you I hit it from the front, I like the back too She say, "Lay down so I can ride you" I know that she fiending She scratchin' my back, I like how she screamin' I fuck her and leave her, she fiending Shawty my Beyoncé Ooh, I like the way she move Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth Together we cool, me and her can't lose Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ My Beyoncé Ooh, ooh Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ Ooh, ooh43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Aviator) These ain't no Guess jeans I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math, but, nigga, don't test me

I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me Still riding 'round with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm goin' retarded He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless We in Miami in the middle of the winter, and we on them jet skis If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm workin' the red key I cannot mention my homies inside of my song 'cause I know they be trappin' a lot I can't keep takin' these pills, when I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lot I know a nigga who say he got rich off the dope, but I know he be actin' a lot I know some niggas who said that they took down the city, but niggas be lackin' a lot Yeah That shit was awful, nigga had that dog food That day they shot you, I slid on a Mongoose You cannot come back around me, you turned your back on me, I cannot forget The police was lyin', they say that they caught you, but nigga, they made you admit Your name was found, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich (Turn up) Only twenty-five, livin' like a boss, ridin' 'round with a chauffeur I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin' over my shoulder Niggas lyin' like I'm stealin' swag, boy, that's my shit like I wrote it Uh These rappers really nice as hell I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off Man, he say he gon' press up on who? I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul Back to back suburbans, I'm a big dawg I was in the slums servin' Fentanyl Zombieland, junkies havin' withdrawals I been gettin' to it, lotta missed calls Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking 'bout? I should slap you for sayin' he hot as me I don't know who could fuck with me honestly They know I'm the man, so they watchin' me Different color bands like Monopoly Man, he must not be usin' his head If he thinkin' I don't keep a Glock with me That's like suicide if you play with us Got a better chance at the lottery Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep Make the crowd dance, choreography Once I got a plan, ain't no stoppin' me Three-car garage, million-dollar crib With a foreign bitch ridin' on top of me Lot of people done said I wouldn't be shit Well, I guess they owe me an apology These ain't no Guess jeans I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math, but, nigga, don't test me I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me Still riding 'round with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm goin' retarded He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless We in Miami in the middle of the winter, and we on them jet skis If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm workin' the red key35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Don't wanna pretend with you Talking India I wanna do everything under the sun I wanna do everything just 1 on 1 Ain't have relationships since 09' I want this shit right now can't waste time She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different I can't lie, I can't tell my guys That I'm in love and I feel so shy And we both turnt up we from the Chi But I don't ask about her other guy I just wanna eat you alive Be seen with you just put me in your line These niggas be hating don't want me in your life You gon' hear stories about me that shit ain't right The way you lick your lips The way you bite 'em The way you answer your facetime I like 'em I don't got no hoes no more, I'm show you When she make me go down low hear my vocals She just think I'm talking I can tell by her discussion She only fuck with bosses I can tell by her discussions She fuck my head up Feel like I got concussion Them percs I swallow make me want you I'm just honest I can't lie no more Late night don't hang out with my guys no more And you fine ain't gotta be finer no more I found her ain't gotta find her no more

She found me in the trenches with hella bitches It started in her DM I had to get it Don't wanna pretend with you Talking India I wanna do everything under the sun I wanna do everything just 1 on 1 Ain't have relationships since 09' I want this shit right now can't waste time She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different I wanted you and you knew this shit Won't brag you with no money cause you used to it I say I want a wife they say I'm losing it Before we move too fast we was cooling it Durkio, I'mma make you scream my name, Durkio This shit ain't for the fame, Durkio Too real, too real for games, Durkio I never been a lame, I just stay in my lane She can get designer she don't want it She just wanna stay too plain I like her she not goofy, she only like real niggas not no goofies She about her paper, that blue cheese She tweeted about a nigga and it blew me I know what I gotta do I know what I gotta prove I just know what I gotta get I know I gotta improve See I had that young mind young mind I had a young mind young mind Don't wanna pretend with you Talking India I wanna do everything under the sun I wanna do everything just 1 on 1 Ain't have relationships since 09' I want this shit right now can't waste time She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DY Krazy Diamond around Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it Get that first nut, then I'm back in it Can you go deep? You keep asking it Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah I know you nasty She be touchin' on her own body Don't like no outside bitch, I like a home body First time me fuckin', I told nobody Thought she was a Pretty Ricky bitch but she like Yo Gotti Thinkin' she a pretty decent bitch but she a ho probably A trip from LAX, she took some coke probably Wait 'til we leave Dubai then show her Coke body Drug sex, I might fuck her off a Xanax Stay woke, you can't take it, I'm not in yet That rough sex get her goin' You not gon' tell me 'bout no baby 'til you showin' I got a lil' ho at V-Live She got her butt tatted on each side I like her, she a boss and she don't D ride And I wear the pants, she don't decide Don't talk about your ex, you know he mad Bad bitch, you conceited Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it Get that first nut, then I'm back in it Can you go deep? You keep asking it Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah I know you nasty She be touchin' on her own body You my bitch, I can't share you with nobody (Yeah) My whips just like my women 'cause they all exotic (Exotic) We been fuckin' for a year, they still don't know about it (Don't know about it) All the flights are private, got a personal pilot (Personal pilot) Put my dick, I let her ride it, gotta go deep inside (Deep inside) Pussy wetter than a Patek, it's drippin' off her body (Off your body) Turn the cameras on my neck, you think a light done blind you (Light done blind you) Put you in a three-star penthouse suite but can't nobody find you (Can't nobody find you) Two Teslas, havin' drug sex, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Percocets, perco-sex, yeah, yeah (Perco-sex) Suckin' dick, with no hands (With no hands, yeah)

Use no hands if you callin' him, yeah, yeah I see you yellin' out my name but you ain't sayin' shit No, you ain't sayin' shit, you don't know who you playin' with (Oh, no) I might die up in that pussy, I might overdose (Yeah) And you know I'm ridin' with you 'cause we hella close (Yeah) Got the baddest bitch in it, I don't mean to boast (Yeah) Champagne every day, we don't need to toast (Yeah) A young nigga stayin' solid, I don't do the most (Oh, no) So baby fuck me good before I go ghost (Woo) Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it Get that first nut, then I'm back in it Can you go deep? You keep asking it Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah I know you nasty She be touchin' on her own body16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I got cash and they mad, I pull up in that Jag' My shoe red, your boo mad 'cause I'm shitting on they ass I got cash I pop tags rob me pop your ass I stay flee I'm the man video on demand Stripper bitches, fat ass, fire face, you that mad Smoking dope that gas, savager hammertime Calling up Jason Nine straight A down the drive Thick bitches down to ride that's why they mad at me Ten dicks to meet the president now Gotta do the whole squad to be the shit now I got a deal, thinking I'm the shit now I'll never change never wife a bitch now You wanna meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros Hella bank rolls all them bank rolls ain't yours Spending flexing so much cash that it can't fold Up and coming rappers man I don't see those Boy, all that cuffing you should be a P.O So much designer shit that I can give away clothes All these new niggas all that shit rapping is old To meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros Hold up they know we shit like sure enough Can't sleep on us like pour up Hole in them just like donuts we go nuts D-Thang shares thots, SB shares thots, Chino shares thots But I can't wife a thot see its levels to this shit She fuck a bang bros and you married to this bitch A salad I got all types of carrots on my wrist One night I don't need a lot of shit These bitches is crazy these bitches amaze me These niggas don't phase me money and the streets raised me The industry crazy just a problem I'm a young nigga I'm just chasing me some dollars You wanna meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros Hella bank rolls all them bank rolls ain't yours Spending flexing so much cash that it can't fold Up and coming rappers man I don't see those Boy, all that cuffing you should be a P.O So much designer shit that I can give away clothes All these new niggas all that shit rapping is old To meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros85EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Bueller, Bueller Bueller, Bueller Bank Bank account Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want I call it how I see it, son, this ain't what you want I'm on the road, doin' shows so well, this ain't what you want 'Cause the road, you can't go, I know, this ain't what you want I hear them niggas after me but this ain't what you want (this ain't what you want) And I guarantee this ain't what you want I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want I wrap 'em up, we get it done 'cause this ain't what you want Niggas claim that they're after me but this ain't what they want 'Cause I hopped into this industry, this ain't what they want See this rap shit ain't shit to me, this ain't what they want I got the police all into me, this ain't what they want In my own city they hate on me, put weight on me Fuck TMZ, fuck breaking news and ABC I can't do no shows 'cause I terrify my city They say I terrify my city Niggas gettin' slumped, you're the first to get blamed A nigga try us, he the first one to get changed They say "he snitch", tryna put dirt on my name They ride on me, ask is Lil Durk my name (L's)

Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want I call it how I see it, son, this ain't what you want I'm on the road, doin' shows so well, this ain't what you want 'Cause the road, you can't go, I know, this ain't what you want I hear them niggas after me but this ain't what you want And I guarantee this ain't what you want I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want I wrap 'em up, we get it done 'cause this ain't what you want Daddy doin' life, snitches doin' months I'm screamin' free the real 'cause this ain't what you want A nigga claim 300, add a K, you done I'm really in the field 'cause this is what I want (this what I want) I'ma turn the streets up, this is a anthem Niggas hate on my squad, I tell 'em step the shit up (L, Ls) Same since day one and I can't change up After all of the gossip, I'll still a-change some Fuck-niggas don't want none (niggas don't want it) They don't want it Same niggas since day one (day one) Nigga, I'm 3Hunna (L, L's) Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want I call it how I see it, son, this ain't what you want I'm on the road, doin' shows so well, this ain't what you want 'Cause the road, you can't go, I know, this ain't what you want I hear them niggas after me but this ain't what you want And I guarantee this ain't what you want I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want I wrap 'em up, we get it done 'cause this ain't what you want (L's, L's)55EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Chopsquad I can't get over my pain Make you feel better Fuck with niggas I know Won't make you feel better This is a lifestyle that I live Fuckin' with these different bitches And you tryna break my heart Fuckin' with these different niggas You know you can't get over me You know you can't get away from me You know bitches dont play with me You know you know I know the consequences of my actions This shit real I ain't even just rappin' Fuckin' with niggas that I know get back How I know that boy ain't smash I know you with him cause he gotta sack You say you don't like no feelings attached I know that you lied can't mix shit with facts Ho You think ima run back to you that shit dead Tell 'em how me and you be textin' each other yeah So you told me you wouldn't fuck him Know you lyin' why you scared You know I gotta bitch, don't open your message, leave you on read Can't talk to you like I used to Can't see me you gotta pull up YouTube Even though my situation you lose Fuckin' with your friend ex, nigga you screwed I know you tryna figure out who I'm talkin about I told you imma spazz told me put the guns down You got 'em around your kids when they ain't around I can fuck on who I want, I'm famous now Got yo friends all in yo ear sayin' that I'm bad And you keep on listenin' it make me mad Keep on reminiscing make me want to slide It seem like that you sold your heart for a bag I can't get over my pain Make you feel better Fuck with niggas I know Won't make you feel better This is a lifestyle that I live Fuckin' with these different bitches And you tryna break my heart Fuckin' with these different niggas You know you can't get over me You know you can't get away from me You know bitches dont play with me You know you know Fuck this shit You broke my heart so many times I was like fuck a bitch I just wanna get the money nigga for the fuck of it Fuck them other niggas that you fuck with I don't fuck with them Tell your brother stay from around me cause I don't fuck with him They don't really want no war with me it ain't enough of them You barely kinky but you a slut for him

You ain't even that mean, but you tough for him You had me soft I couldn't function it Only gave me pussy, wasn't suckin' it I heard the rumors who you fuckin' with I wish I found out sooner that you a dirty bitch Back to the basics, lets speak facts I was with you when I was sippin' act I doped you up you has menthol swag Square, I don't ever wanna see yo ass Yea, I know imma dog that shit ain't fair Thought I'll be mad I don't even care Now I put my new bitch on the Lear Diamonds in the air like chandeliers If she around then I'm aware You say ''only him,'' you lyin' again Bluetooth in the coupe you need to pair That hoe shit was in the air If your friends a ho then you's a ho Wherever you go I know they go Don't follow your dream you follow bankrolls Yo ass so fake thought you was ten toes I can't get over my pain Make you feel better Fuck with niggas I know Won't make you feel better This is a lifestyle that I live Fuckin' with these different bitches And you tryna break my heart Fuckin' with these different niggas You know you can't get over me You know you can't get away from me You know bitches dont play with me You know you know2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Let's get it Eh ohh No oh She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost She don't know about love, she don't know what that is She don't know about riding 'round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck) Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Now she wanna fuck Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Hit the club with a nigga like me Do drugs with a nigga like me Fall in love with a nigga like me And never love another nigga, never love another nigga like me (Me, me) Buck! Have you ever met a Chi-Town nigga? Girl I heard you need a go-getter You ain't never meet a rapper with the swag of a savage and a dope dealer I'm the realest nigga that you see I know you tired of them broke niggas Heard he bought you a bag for a G Why you fuckin' with them broke niggas? Ginger ale and a fifth of liquor Where you going, girl? I'm going with ya Ride with me 'cause I'm number one Two bitches, Malcolm in the middle Fly to Vegas, bet life Legs in the air, call it "jet life" Shawty give me top with the neck like Shit gave me life, I can't get right, I can't get right Got you jacuzzi water on a hundred Got your tempo on a hundred, let it bubble up (Bubble up, bubble up, bub) Need a bad bitch, tryna be a bad girl You know I'm tryna trouble up (You know, I'm tryna trouble up, shawty) Buy everything she wants two times, baby, double up (Know you really want it) Say she need more niggas out here like me 'cause there's not enough (Not enough, not enough, no, no) She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost She don't know about love, she don't know what that is She don't know about riding 'round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck) Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Now she wanna fuck Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Hit the club with a nigga like me Do drugs with a nigga like me Fall in love with a nigga like me And never love another nigga, never love another nigga like me (Me, me) You ain't never been in my town, nigga A good place to go but the murder rate's so ridiculous Fell in love with some R&B bitch And I know that it's good for the fame and for the image Shawty gave me head like a penny

But she should go gold Ain't really been in love in a minute It won't hurt if no one know 'bout me Fuck a bag off No makeup, you look better with your mask off Rich nigga wanna buzz, like to brag y'all But a nigga like me, ain't no nigga like me I'm a Boss, Hugo Rich nigga since birth, you know You my bitch don't get mad, Cujo Nigga like me, I'm that nigga, nigga Gettin' money since a little nigga Shawty thinks she the shit, but she could be a lil' thicker Fuck on my name and a little liquor I got 'em pissed, I'm the shit, nigga So why do they hate? I gotta get cake These niggas so fake So stay out my way (My way) Ain't too many niggas like me She don't know about real niggas (Yeah), she don't know no boss She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost She don't know about love, she don't know what that is She don't know about riding 'round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck) Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Now she wanna fuck Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Hit the club with a nigga like me Do drugs with a nigga like me Fall in love with a nigga like me And never love another nigga, never love another nigga like me (Me, me)106EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> But if I call you my brother that mean you my brother, you know what I'm sayin'? Nothin' more, nothin' less, family I been hearing too many rumors in these streets niggas tryin' kill us, rob us all that What's up with that? But it be the niggas that been around us, you know what I'm sayin'? Or be around us We ain't gon' slip up, we ten toes Remy You know what I'm sayin' we gotta make it out That's how they gon' get it I get so high I put these drugs into my system I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him I never asked you for anything, just your honesty How you trade on me like that? I'm your family And she tried to chase a bag before I had to leave But two wrongs don't make it right Get with your dog and make it right We do pop-ups, had my back when I was locked up I was Glocked up Niggas hate 'cause they can't stop us (No no) We was turnt up, gang war can't knock us Sliding in them DMs, tryna slide up on the oppas, yeah I'm so nauseous off them drugs, too high off them percocets Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn't focused yet We would rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat Extort your big homie, like we from LAX I was so high, I wish I replied to L'A's text But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess I was dressing my homies up for they funerals Holding on they OGs tight, they did the most Ducking from investigation, trying to keep my reputation Give them my expiration, looking for inspiration Pray for my generation, fuck Trump, them bitches racist Bought 'Raris just to race it, yeah yeah I get so high I put these drugs into my system I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him I never asked you for anything, just your honesty How you trade on me like that? I'm your family And she tried to chase a bag before I had to leave But two wrongs don't make it right Get with your dog and make it right Joke and laugh all day to stop from crying Keep my gun on me to stop from dyin' Can't listen to no rumors 'cause it block my mind Can't feed into that bullshit ain't got the time I know what I did boy, this life I enjoy Why you pretend boy, this shit I live for it (Uh huh) You was hooked on drugs, I was hooked on phonics Signed to the street,s I ain't never go to college Asked you for cash, you ain't never say you got it (Damn) But I gave you my last, yeah And I'm the same nigga since last year I told my momma I can't go down for this case Got the same lawyer, beat R. Kelly piss case State's attorney want me so bad At the time I need you bad

Told myself ain't going back Told myself can't go like that I get so high I put these drugs into my system I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him I never asked you for anything, just your honesty How you trade on me like that? I'm your family And she tried to chase a bag before I had to leave But two wrongs don't make it right Get with your dog and make it right8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Young Chop on the beat Yeah They told to come back on another bars, you hear me? I'ma do it though This ain't 52, but it's bars Bow (Let's get it) Bow (Let's get it) Bow Body bag, body bag Foe'nem, they don chopped his ass No parole, but the pole I got, it done dropped his ass No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag Drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat Coppas on my ass and shit, ain't do it , innocent Niggas know my resume, 30 poppa Bay Bay kid You don't know who Bay Bay is? 46, Woodlawn OTF the family, even my barber tapin' shit Uzi spit, got a deal Coolin' with my movie bitch Movie clip, for a opp nigga or a goofy bitch Get head from my groupie bitch You wifin' hoes, you losin' it Thinkin' you aluminum, you would get stretched, bag, homicide Police at my baby shower Sup 'Lo, before your ass was born I saved a 900 thou Dede on his savage shit, you know that boy be wildin' out You know I bring savage out Lurkin' like, why they hidin' out Drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down Bro'nem gotta be bonding out Me and my bitch we bonding now No cass, but that Mac I got that bitch work condom style I spit crack like Bobby Brown They know I'm a problem child Wifin, we don't do that shit, that shit be trifling Cause the same bitch that eat the clit, like she dyking Lovin hoes, but the same bitch we put the pipe in She sucking dick, the same bitch you give goodnight kiss Sucka, yo ass a sucka, Superman If I can't make you dance I bet that uzi can Backflip, if you front your move when that mac spit All I know is drill, drill, drill on my Pac shit 5 (Yeah!), 4 (Yeah!), 3 (Yeah!), 2.. I'm Back In! My shootas gonna shoot some shit Ruthless shit cause we do this shit Black girls on some spooky shit Droppin' shit, we go through some shit Red light, red tape, caught a couple Ls on some goofy shit Goofy niggas claiming shit, niggas ain't even do this shit OTF 300, 3hunna, no that be GBE Body count with the opps we on the top cause we stay in the lead Don't lack, it crack, no Chris Paul my Clippers give him 3 You betta at Tennessee, I ain't talking Tennessee Massacre, robbin shit Masked up like I'm Dracula, mobbin shit, no Gucci Mane, niggas know that we cashin' up Twister with the blicky it's black and it spins fast as fuck Niggas rapped a life time, who'd eva thought I'd pass em' up I'm from West Hyde and we gangbang Where shortys be posted in cuts in them gangways Crangin' niggas, police ass niggas call em ranger niggas Free my nigga Richie Rich, he be so quick to change a nigga Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Feelin' good Fuck 'em28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (W-W-W-William) How I know if you die for me? Know if you shoot for me? How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah How I know you won't steal from me? Know you won't kill for me? I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't turn on me?

Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't die for me? Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah Thought I'd never see the day that you would switch up (Switch up) Ain't no hard feelings, I'm wishing you good luck (Good luck) I can't lie, I miss your touch, you got that good love (Good love) I put diamonds on your hand, now hold your fist up (Fist up) How I know if I get jammed, you gon' keep it real? How you gon' say that I ain't solid? I ain't never squealed If I die today, give it to my son, ain't writin' no will All these thoughts inside my head, it got me poppin' pills Runnin' with my steel There's some niggas in the rear If they get they chance, they will But I ain't worried, I'm gon' kill I'm gon' drill every one of them We gon' kill every one of them How I know if you die for me? Know if you shoot for me? How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah How I know you won't steal from me? Know you won't kill for me? I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't turn on me? Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't die for me? Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah One time to cross out migo, he gon' take your life So I don't understand how Plies ran off on the plug twice (Plug twice) And you can't remix none of that lean if it's not cut right (Cut right) And you can't say you super trill, 'cause you ain't cut right Sex her once, then kick her out 'cause I don't nut twice (Nut twice) The way that A$AP died don't sit in my gut right And if we ever find the killer, then he must die (Must die) And I'm always low on niggas, I don't trust high I don't know if you gon' ride, don't know if you gon' slide Don't know want me to die, don't know if it's your pride And if it is, then hide it then (Hide it then) Me and Lil Baby do it for the trenches, we gon' ride with them (For sure, for sure) How I know if you die for me? Know if you shoot for me? How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah How I know you won't steal from me? Know you won't kill for me? I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't turn on me? Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't die for me? Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin' My phone and, I don't answer I keep declining She keep whinin' on my line and I'm like go, I'm on the road I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls And you know, how it glo' With the glo, we get dough She rollin', gold diggin' She call me, I'm on it Talkin' shit, my bitch She calling me, block list Thot bitch, opp shit She can't come home no more I say she on the opp shit Can't call my phone no more Said the bitch wanna fuck with a no name He a straight goofy, he so lame Sippin' on the act, that's codeine Sit back catch a nut, that’s protein OTF bitch that's, Glo Gang Got 20k stuffed in these Balmain's Broke ass nigga keep talking You ain't gang gang, gang gang, gang I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin' My phone and, I don't answer I keep declining She keep whinin' on my line and I'm like go, I'm on the road I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls And you know, how it glo' With the glo, we get dough Smokin' dope, ridin' slow When I ride fast, cops on my ass So I know, ride cautious Cars be stalkin', cars be honkin' Like my hoes, they be on my ass

They just want my cash, they just wanna brag I can't loan they ass, I ain't on that man I got lots of gwap, and you know that man I send lot of shots, and you know that man I been doing this shit since 08 man Sellin' D, know that man Ain't nothin' to me, I been doin' that man I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin' My phone and, I don't answer I keep declining She keep whinin' on my line and I'm like go, I'm on the road I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls And you know, how it glo' With the glo, we get dough I got the gang with me No opp shit but they can't hang with me She got to pay for this dick bitch You can't come hang for free I ain't talkin' bout the app No nigga in the city come hang with me Niggas try to rob but I keep my chain with me That shit dead, nigga who scared? No Su-Wu, how we move, no purp, so we sip red Shawty wanna ride with a real nigga Shawty gone die for a real nigga Shawty won't lie to a real nigga But she rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin' My phone and, I don't answer I keep declining She keep whinin' on my line and I'm like go, I'm on the road I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls And you know, how it glo' With the glo, we get dough84EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body Dej got the .40, I got the mac up Bullets to his face, police call for backup And just because I rap I still a whack some Niggas need grammys, they straight actors Free RondoNumbaNine he just caught a body RIP to Nuski, my cousin called me I seen my cousin bleeding I damn near lost it Thats why I gotta ride through all the opp shit I don't do relations so don't waste it Bitch ain't send me money, I had to face it And since my car white they'll swear I'm racist She say she freak nasty so I'm on that shit Niggas snitching here, he'll get his face lift Bitch I'm from Chicago where we go ape shit If we catch a hommie we don't say shit Even rappers know we ain't who to play with I can't wife a eater, I just freak her Pass her to my niggas like a blunt of reefer 30 don’t jam it's like aquafina Free my nigga Jam that lil boy a demon And since I got my deal, I feel important I live what I rap and just record it They tried to give me 10 if I didn't have a lawyer Niggas out here snitching, they're straight informers Try Me! Try Me! Bullets got his name on it like a ID Sipping on the lean is like my IV My crazy life, I feel like YG Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body91EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, baby what you do to me Let's take a ride baby Let's take a ride baby Take a ride with me in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take a ride off to Mars

Couple hate you baby, I made it Everybody left you, I’ll take you You backed out of relations, and we ain’t got a relation baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby Change your life, change your life Type of shit that I do Make you fall in love Type of shit that I do You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs You make me feel like I'm on top of the world Need a nigga like Durk yeah We could start a family, OTF yeah He be off lean, still work me out In that good pussy, good stroke yeah All you bitches mad I came thru And I locked it down, I hold it down, I got you baby That's right, whoa, whoa Real rider, coupe rider sider Yeah that's my baby, I don't need no other driver Don't need cash, I just bought Balenciaga's He a savage, I love everything about him like... What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby I don't sip Henny, so it's me, lean, and you Like fuck on my niggas, you fuck with a savage So I'm gon' crazy, they fuck wit you Me, you, no others cool Dej Loaf, baby I want you Truth or dare so it’s true Wanna blow that pussy like a flute I'm wanna lean on it Rap or sing on it Put a ring on it, no Beyonce We could be like Kim and Kanye Except you could be my fiancé Balenciaga's, you could have the Jordan's My show money, you can't afford it Real shit, ain't just recording Just made 200 off of tourin' These bitches basic, they boring Fake girls, I love those fibbers She takin' singles, I blew it And I can't wife these hoes, and she know it She wantin' relations and I'm all for it Baby what you do to me What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, baby what you do to me Let's take a ride baby Let's take a ride baby Take a ride with me in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take a ride off to Mars Couple hate you baby, I made it Everybody left you, I’ll take you You backing out of relations, if we ain’t got a relation baby What you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby We can make magic, you fuck with a savage

You need me the most, I hop out of traffic Fuck my nigga right now, if you need me right now I come to lay that pipe down, but I can’t fight you right now Did you give me something baby, cause you got me going crazy Chanel bag, Birkin bag, Louis too, Gucci shoes You feeling me I’m feeling you Real nigga need a real bitch Just somebody just to chill with Bend you over grab the mirror Open the window so they can hear you The way you look at me, grab that Brazilian Them chances one of a million What you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby What's up, baby let me know what's up Up against the world baby A-1, and she's so A-1 Her lips got me going crazy Make a man for your Insta Nigga want to fuck because of your Insta Next day fucking your sister Can’t be mad, baby it’s pimping Baby I’m different, I want to be faithful Baby just listen, I want to be grateful I love you and I hate you, through the bullshit I take you Wifey I make you, let’s take me a vacation So I do what I want, baby I love you I do what I want, they just want to fuck you So what you do to me What you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby <EOS> <BOS> (TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) They told me it's all love, but I love all I'm Cash App-in' a couple hundred whenever my brother call Sometimes I like to scandalize, feel like I'm above 'em all It was a joke when he copped out, now he wanna jump the wall Them niggas always with some goofies, gettin' jumped at malls I was tired of fuckin', it was one more condom, I made the condom fall From Stall & Dean jacket, that shit turned to Gucci scarf Like fuck the whole world no matter who involved It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love Man, it's all love You can't love me without my brother 'cause it's all us I'm off a Perc', my brother Doodie, he off a small bus But I'm a baller, when I pass the ball, I yell, "Hut" Gotta watch them cheesy, sneaky bitches, they be stealin' nut I talk down on the trenches' hoes, knowin' damn well I still fucked But the money keep me insane, and I ain't know what a homie was I was fucked up in the trenches, I ain't even know what a Rollie was I used to look up to this nigga, but he gave his homie up 'Cause his daughter twelve years old, he gotta go do twenty-one And I don't fuck with no fuck niggas, so these niggas don't owe me nothin' Grown niggas act like kids, actin' like they Benjamin Button Put my own fee down for my lawyer, that shit was twenty-one hundred Had a deep talk with my dawg and he still wasn't comin' With a gun or without his gun, I say he still not runnin' And he tote his gun like 50, but he still one hundred, nigga It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love

It's all love, I thought it was real He took a Percocet, wasn't all tryna pop a pill Tryna prove a point to pop off first, he ain't your dawg for real I gotta acknowledge that Lam' truck 'cause I had a Bonneville I don't get mad when the guys tell me no 'cause I know my mama will Different niggas, they rockin' Polo, I'm rockin' Tommy Hil' Trenches niggas, they'll drop it all when it's time to kill First time was a throw off on my backgrounds when I signed a deal They say it's favoritism, nah, these the ones I love the most I bought her two, three diamond chokers 'cause she love to choke 1942 with a small pill, she love the boat Durkio, Smurkio, yeah, she love the G.O.A.T. Yeah, I love them G locks Got away from all them phony niggas, I had to detox They don't even shoot at niggas no more, they love to beatbox Walked up out your life with a pair of socks That's two hundred, that's them G socks It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Why the opposition callin' my line? Tellin' me to come outside I would, but I know they lyin' (I been through this shit before, you know?) Foe'nem told me keep my iron My momma had a dream about me dyin' I told her that I hope she lyin' It's gon' be a homicide It's gon' be a homicide Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (facts) They told me they sick and tired They don't want to die today Whatever my niggas be wantin', know I got 'em (I got 'em) I be off them drugs, addicted to narcotics (narcotics) 2012 niggas wasn't with me in the 'partments I'ma take a risk, carry my guns inside my joggers (yeah yeah) Why you steady playin' hoe? Let me be their father Kill his ass in the streets, we hope they don't charge us (don't charge us) We can't find your ass, we gon' kill your artist (On God) And you know it's guaranteed when I say promise (yeah yeah) And I got some shawtys that gon' shoot They gon' do the shit you ain't gon' do They gon' slide through your block, they make calls on you (Let's get it) You hang with them and don't supposed to, it's gon' fall on you Spit on me bad when I was down, I'ma ball on you And you ain't thinkin' 'bout getting no money, til' it dawned on you (yeah yeah) And nigga I'll drill for 'em (drill for 'em) I ain't still signed to French but I'd kill for him (Let's get it) Who said I ain't got no money, I'm like a mil' on You tried to turn a hoe into a housewife, watch, she still goin' (still goin') Voice of the trenches, talkin' for the streets (for the streets) Teachers said I might be dead 'cause I love the streets (Bitch) And she still told me that my grades above a B The streets don't love anyone, but they in love with me Fuck with me and it's a homicide Try to clean my image with a turkey drive Went in 18 he gettin' out when he like 35 2018 I'm goin' up, my shows a hundred racks (Damn) Lie to you none, but in jail I say a hundred lies How the fuck you mad, and I gave your ass a hundred tries? (ohh) And from them brothers that I love, I dropped a hundred, why? Don't feed your gang when they snake you, you gon' wonder why Tryin' tuck my pride away (tryin' tuck my pride) I ain't really tryin' to die today (I ain't really tryin' to die) Certain shit I can't tolerate (no) Why the opposition callin' my line? Tellin' me to come outside I would, but I know they lyin' (I been through this shit before, you know?) Foe'nem told me keep my iron My momma had a dream about me dyin' I told her that I hope she lyin' It's gon' be a homicide It's gon' be a homicide Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (facts) They told me they sick and tired They don't want to die today8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DY Krazy Ayy, it's so crazy 'cause I made this song off another nigga feelings Know what I'm sayin'? What he going through with his bitch Know what I'm sayin'? He actually one of my dogs Know what I'm sayin'? So, here you go

We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up When I was down on my back, you said I ain't rich enough And we ain't talk about no sex 'cause you ain't get it up And I don't want you to suck my dick 'cause you ain't spit enough You an ungrateful lil' bitch, said I ain't spend enough You told me you want your ass shots 'cause you ain't thick enough I'm in the trenches with the sharks, I ain't have a heart Some nights I ain't wanna talk, I left you in the dark You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc' You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far And I carried you on my back like I ain't have a car You was kinda mad I hang with murderers Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star Instagram famous, but you not a star Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you While them other niggas tried to play you Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband I don't want a label You steady throwin' your pussy, but I don't want none I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Von Then Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, "Store run" I know a couple divas, that's still a secret The bitches I made eat it, you would not believe it This shit was never easy, I move strategic Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome Back to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky Back to back, told her all them lies, I was perfect Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me That's why I keep my .50 and my .30 Niggas ain't on shit, they washed up, detergent Big Backwood, sat back and burned it I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you While them other niggas tried to play you Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband I don't want a label5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Carl Paul) This is how I feel, I got your love attached to me And you know I truly love you, it was never about no pussy And you told me that them niggas ain't for me, they just want my money And I like the way you is, you ain't tryna kick it with my buddies And I got a habit and I like that you don't judge me And that's so fucked up that I'm glad to be a junkie To fall in love, I say I been afraid I'm mixin' lean with Lyrical Lemonade And we on top, ain't no more public aid Or callin' your boss to get another raise I drop some Backwood ashes in the Wraith Reminiscing 'bout the older days Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in Whoever thought that I can make this shit? Voice of the streets and relationship And we don't care what the rumor is Fuck these other hoes 'cause I love my bitch Alexander McQueen and Rockstar jeans The prosecutor hatin' 'cause I'm doin' my thing Six kids plus her daughter, that's what it is (Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) I seen Rel fall in love, I know that shit crazy I seen Booka fall in love, I know that shit crazy Inside, and don't let the outside run that situation And it's me and her forever, it's a lit-uation, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen Oh, oh, oh, oh

I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (D-D-DJ FMCT) Ayy, they told me I can't be around no gang members, y'all got me fucked up, nigga I go everywhere with my killers, man (DJ Bandz, oh, man) Yeah, let's get it Throw that mask on, when you jump out first, you better blast (Yeah) V. don't like slow shit, on hits them switches (Frrt) fast (Gang) Ain't gon' lie, the city hot with strikers, they don't last (Turn up) When you pop in with your killers, you better check your gas (Man, what?) We don't party on other blocks, they fuck with other opps (Let's get it) Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah) You say his name insidе a song, that got your brother hot (Let's get it) Thеn leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck (Pussy) You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck) Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (Brrah) I told my P.O. through the gate that I get high as fuck (I get high as fuck) She ask me how high do I get? I told her high as Duck (Tooka) My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin' Glockies (Gettin' Glocks) I told him, "I only drink Wocky," he say I'm gettin' cocky (Let's get it) All them bitches wanna fuck me, I don't give them money One bitch thought I told her, "Yeah," I said, "You better block me" He survive one to the head, but it fucked up his body You think he off an eight of red the way that nigga noddin' He don't even know 'bout drugs, he say, "Lean, OxyContin" You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil' boy actually robbin' Man, he talkin' 'bout gang in this bitch (Why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?) He ain't get back from that one shit, man, his gang ain't on shit (Still ain't get back for no gang) Foenem posted up outside (Shit), Dracos hangin' and shit (King Drac', I let it hang) Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous as shit (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd) I'm King Draco, got my name off drillin', check the record, bitch (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) If pussy drop that song about me, he get found without his dick Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', they'll call it quit (Woah, woah) They make me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong shit (Say the wrong shit) Might still sip when I get low (Woah), but I prefer Wock' over Tris (Wocky over Tris) Fucked up and let me in the door (Woah), I went fully on auto sticks (Sticks) I'm Mr.-Slime-'Em-Out (Blrrd), I caught his back door, unlocked on a lick (Blrrd) Or Mr.-Leave-No-Evidence (Blrrd), know my criminal book hella thick (On God) You niggas goose, ain't got no gun, you went away, your ass a dummy I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money My lil' nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie They thought I was just rappin' (Blrrd), lay that murder gang, that shit ain't funny (Blrrd, blrrd) You lay, the murder gang, they come through, that shit ain't funny (Uh, blrrd) I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country (Uh, blrrd, blrrd) I might don't need to slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay three hunnid (Hunnid) We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday (Trey Day every) My clique tied up in the field (Blrrd), won't never hear me go out runnin' (Nope) Post up a pic like I'm in L.A., but the whole time I'm with gun (Blrrd, blrrd) Ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that shit you did, go get active again (The whole time) It's either eat or get ate on my side, I'ma fuck the drops and go and spin (Spin) Three and O, we skunkin' shit, get one more kill, conceal the win (Win) Beef with us, won't never land 'til y'all get hit up with them pens (Pens) Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N (Blrrd, blrrd) We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henn' (Blrrd, blrrd) Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in (Take off) Take off the emblems out the 'Cat, tint out the window 'fore I spin (Shh, blrrd) Tint out the window 'fore I spin Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I told you I ain't gon' leave you It's your swag though Them Chanel Tennicitos (DY Krazy) That you in It's gon' be okay, okay, okay Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay Baby lead the way, the way Yeah, yeah, the way, the way (Oh oh) When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh) When I see you down, I pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces) I was feeling like a clown, I thought you would leave me I let them get inside my head (Okay, okay, okay) I know you wishin' I was dead (Okay, okay, okay) And she won't put up with my bullshit (Won't nah) The way I make that pussy scream, she think I'm hood rich (Think I'm hood rich, yeah yeah) They couldn't imagine us, we got 'em mad as fuck (Oh oh) I'ma get your Patek bust, I'ma let you count it up (Yeah yeah) Bust down Patek for me (Turn up) Put my dick on her teeth (Turn up) Fucked up and gave her the key (Skrrt) I gave her the recipe (Turn up) I got my head in the streets (Got my head in the streets) She like when I suck on her feet (She like when I suck on her feet) She in love with me She like it doggy style (She like it doggy style)

She count up a hundred thou' (She count up a hundred thou') Cheat on me, it can't be long Pass me the drugs, my high comin' down It's gon' be okay, okay, okay Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay Baby lead the way, the way Yeah, yeah, the way, the way I'm talkin' 'bout today, right now, I need you (Oh oh) When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh) When I see you down, I pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces) I was feeling like a clown, I thought you would leave me And I can't let nobody tell me that my bitch goin' And we got strong mind, I told her we gon' get through it, oh oh In her Rick Owens, I had to put my rent on it And I was broke as hell, she thought I had some shit goin' No, I don't want your number No, I don't want to give you mine, and no And I'm so cocky, got a big ego Her head so sloppy, got to take off these drawers You ain't gotta worry 'bout me vanishing And I'm down for the cause and the challenges I fell out with my dawg 'bout money, it was not 'bout a bitch But he told her I had a girl, but he told her right before I hit She say I run my mouth 'cause I told my guys I hit But he was with me when I seen you, I said I gotta hit And I knew he was kinda hatin', he said I got a bitch They DM'ed her from a fake page but it was too accurate It was him Edible arrangement, bring flowers Couldn't say I cheated 'cause I was a bachelor That pussy pancakes, my tongue a spatula And I take Adderall so I can add it up My first gun was a Smith & Wesson These ain't no SI's, these VVS's I was in them trenches, yeah I need a blessing Couldn't get into good school, I was getting rejected No, I don't want to meet you nowhere No, I don't want none of your time, and no No make-up, no inches, no lipo And I know that you know I'm psycho Love her perfume, bring me more shrooms My heart got no room, I don't need no tomb No I won't hurt you, 'cause we global The world know you, the world know you It's gon' be okay, okay, okay Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay Baby lead the way, the way Yeah, yeah, the way, the way I'm talkin' 'bout today, right now, I need you (Oh oh) When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Malik on the beat) (Ayo Bleu) No, no, no, no Yeah, yeah, yeah (Aura) No, no, no, no (Turn Me Up Josh) Whoa, oh, oh Them niggas act like they don't need us They do everything we doing they wanna be us Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up You wasn’t on that block when that shit was goin' on I wasn't worried about the other side when that shit was goin' on And we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones I used to draw Lil' Mo name on the styrofoam I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all" The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hm I had a bad bitch off the 'Gram, she let her titties hang She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything I was ridin' 'round with guns in that Bentley thang We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up I be with the killers who would change a nigga roster I'm from the part of the city, watch your partner You ain't did shit to the same nigga who shot ya 'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my momma Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas You had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers (Oh) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah) Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (Oh)

Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony That's a bet I'm The Voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat Don't get stretched, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the X I know what happened to your homie, don't be next He got that get back for his block, I tilt my hat I feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neck Cocky nigga throwin' ashes on Pateks Went to the trench store, threw up the treys on the mat (Yeah) They be callin' me, you hangin' with dangerous I'm just slidin' 'til out west, just for Uncle Remus All my sibling's kids know your uncle famous I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest In the trenches, I feel the safest On the radio, shoutout Nehpets Did it off the love but I gave ‘em faces (Oh) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah) Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (Oh) Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony (Oh) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah) Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry Shoot somethin' How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'? And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred And that's a cluck move Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you And I grew up 'round them youngins, I said fuck school Only me and you was trappin', we had much room And I was zoned off them perkies, you off mushrooms And I told 'em if they touch you they in trouble Ain't no city like Chicago 'cause we home of them gangsters Rob everything that move, we was pullin' them capers I'm talking dice games When bro 'nem opened up the trap, I seen them hypes came My two hoes stay with some strap, it's a dyke thing Got a hundred on my neck Hundred on my wrist, Audemar, no Patek Came from the bottom, yeah I felt the neglect Juvenile nigga, I was desperate for sex I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry Shoot somethin' How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'? And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred And that's a cluck move Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you She was VHS, rockin' VVS's Steady catchin' blessings, I don't get rejected Homicides got worser, body count went up Can't ride around regular, car tinted up The way this fifty blowin' you would think it was ten of us I talked to Lauren and jail call in the Bentley truck Heard that rumor I got shot and I got hemmed up Even though I'm ten toes, won't give near' fucks Hoodie on, skully on, mob Corleone And they couldn't find a witness, Von gon' be home He ain't wanna keep attendance 'cause his days was long Came from nothing, who'd of thought what we'd get paid for shows? I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry Shoot somethin' How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'? And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred And that's a cluck move Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz

Throw the L's up for them hittaz You don't fuck with me, then fuck 'em My own niggas, Ion't trust 'em Bricksquad, I say fuck 'em Wuga World wit' 'em so fuck 'em I'm in these streets, no duckin' This foreign mac, it's Russian Kay Kay and Tee Tee, them hoes know they bussin' I did a lot to these niggas, they mad we fuck they bitches Fucked a couple them Barbies, now I need a pretty Mrs OTF 300, the city ridin' with us Too many say they drillin', throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz I don't know what got into me I'm jammin' like I'm with MTV Niggas know that we rich forever, like we fuckin' with MMG Robbin', clearin' up niggas throat, .40 got a lemon squeeze Coolin' on that mac too, hot shit for a winter breeze Duckin' low from all the ops, blastin' at yo enemies Yo' bitch know she doin' dick, we call that ho double D We call that ho double D Ain't nobody hot as me, L's L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz I'm higher than an astronaut I'm off the shit, I'm passin' out I don't know what they tellin' 'bout, wearing wires a get 'em got Where I'm from my niggas win Couple niggas that gone for ten Couple guys that's R.I.P, niggas know that we get it in Life ain't no joke, nigga, L's up for Lil Mo, nigga Life ain't no joke, nigga, L's up for lil Mo, nigga L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> See, I popped me a Xan And that lean, that shit got me on Pluto (Uh) And I'm smokin' on that dope And it got me on Pluto M-M-M-Murda (Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud) Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud) I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud) Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud) I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud) Can't think (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud) (Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' Drug, drug, drugs, sleepin' off them Xannies (Let's get it) She wanna turn up, got her off the shit and out her panties Ain't gotta spike her with the molly, she done came ready (She already) Light up a Bob Marley, smokin' dead niggas (Dope) Bottom of my shoe the color red, nigga Don't turn up, let them drugs get to yo head nigga (Don't get killed) Pool party, lotta lean, lotta smokes (Alotta smokes) Lotta money, lotta bitches, lotta jokes (That's turnin' up) One hunnid three times, ain't no three packs in Newport (Don't get smoked) Can't keep up with my fashion, 'cause your money too short (Yo ass broke) From LA, MIA, all the way to New York I be off them drugs, but I-I can't feel my face I po'd a fourth up in that Crush (That lean) No razor blade, but that lean I got better not be cut (No) I'll call up my connect, I need some gas and mud (Some gas) 'Cause he know I love my drugs

(Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud) Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud) I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud) Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud) I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud) Can't think (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud) (Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' Drivin', window down, hit me, wake me up Get in my feelings, that molly, know niggas is fake as fuck OG, show me some OG, let me take a puff Lean man know every time I hit him, he meet me up You don't drink, so let me pint up that Diddy (CÎROC) That Patron hit me strong, I mix that light wit that Rémy (I'm fucked up) Now you see nothin' but the top and the back of her Remy (That head) Just chew me up, now, you deserve you some Jimmy's Now, fuck for fame, you might go and get you some Fendi (Yeah) Don't love me, bitch, you know you love you them pennies (Get money) Now my eyes closed, smokin' on that hydro Now I'm wide awoke, molly got me grind mode I can't move slow, lean got me on Pluto (Pluto) Imma dog like Cujo (Cujo) Now tell me, bitch, you broke (You broke) Bitch yo pocket's a joke (Joke) And my block give ya smoke (Smoke) Nah, I ain't off them drugs (Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud) Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud) I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud) Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud) I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud) Can't think (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud) (Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin'34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DY Krazy If I finally let you smash, you put your back in it Watch this pussy string you out, like it got crack in it It look good in the mirror, the way I practice it I wanna feel the whole shit, don't give me half of it Drunk text lead to rich sex (Yeah, yeah) Then that group sex where my bitch wet (Yeah, yeah) You know I'm nasty Got me touching on my own body If R&B don't mention me, don't mention nobody I been fly since like, 15, without a co-pilot We been fucking for a year, before they know'd about it Boy, you know that pussy good, but don't go boast about it Boy, you know that pussy wet when you swim deep inside it I suggest you wear a vest if you plan on surviving Ya day was long, the sex was good So tell me all about it If you too tired, be my bike, relax and let me ride it Coupe sex, with no roof sex (Yeah, yeah) Hula hoop sex, on a loop sex (Yeah, yeah) Give it to me nasty, yeah (No, oh) Ooh, oh, oh, you gon' dive in this pussy, you gon' overdose Fuck me good after we eat, then we gone roll the smoke Ooh, oh, snatch my soul up in the Rolls, so I can go ghost Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it Get that first nut, then I'm back in it Can you go deep? You keep asking it Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah I know you nasty She be touchin' on her own body You know you can't compare me to no other (No, no, no, no) Fuck so good I call you by your government (Ooh) Fuck so good, I fuck just for the fuck of it (Ooh) Fuck so good you just can't get enough of it Oh, nah, nah, nah, don't slide by You're girl can say, "Bye, bye" I can't take this for me I know you want me and it's clear Baby, tell me you decided 'Cause in your heart you feel you know you can't fight it When we together you know we always right, babe Right, babe, I feel up on you get excited Wanna take control, baby? That's fine with me Look me in the eyes when inside me Ride or die, need you right beside me Any time I front, boy you remind me Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it Get that first nut, then I'm back in it Can you go deep? You keep asking it Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it

Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah I know you nasty She be touchin' on her own body1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) I came from nothin', I had to go get it I had to finesse out the gang way (Gang way) I done did everything for the niggas that I love Who stuck in the chain gang (Chain gang) Shit be so weird, I'm steady watchin' all the niggas who yellin' out, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang) Shit be so different, I'm watchin' them niggas who bitches but yellin' out, "Bang, bang" (Bang, bang) Roll up a blunt of that Pluto Used to be deep, now I'm riding 'round uno I know some niggas who hustlin' but quit 'Cause they was doin' this shit for too long I remember niggas feelin' like brothers But now this shit feel like a group home And I had told 'em I love 'em so much To me, it felt like you can't do wrong I was trappin' out the side of my granny crib I was servin' with two phones I remember tellin' jewelers, "Don't know what a Patek is" Now it's two-tone The money make the world spin The money make the girls grin Been rapping since 2010 Whoever thought I'd win? Asked them why they sellin' food stamps I done grabbed a Urus on some cool shit I'ma get it on my own, when I felt alone I remember feelin' useless I remember servin' to the cool kids Twin got a .30 like a pool stick Why you think your murders turn to news clips? When a nigga die, when his family cry And they'll swear to God that he ain't do shit I remember niggas being goofy Spending their last money on the Gucci He just got fly just to get him some coochie Went to jail ridin' 'round with a goofy I can actually say I'm feelin' like money I remember riding 'round with a hunnid Had twin with me ridin' one hunnids Gucci bagged up with fifty one-hunnids Super motivated, come from a dungeon Like, why you call the dungeon the trenches? It don't matter 'cause I'm bringin' my niggas Why you fall out with me just for attention? Niggas die when they pop up in my mentions Had the realest nigga tell you're a peasant Took a Perc' and it got me in my feelings (Got me in my feelings) The money make the world spin The money make the girls grin Been rapping since 2010 Whoever thought I'd win? The money make the world spin The money make the girls grin Been rapping since 2010 Whoever thought I'd win? Man, I've been trappin' since 2007 My mama was strugglin', I had to help her From juvenile to penitentiary, I'm better I'm happy I can say I got it together Fifty-three percent of these niggas feminine I am not a gangsta, I am a gentleman We the ones that handle murders like businessmen Postin' money on the 'Gram, I invented that I done came a long way from the middleman I got head for an hour in the Cullinan I done gave a thousand bows to my brother 'nem Shit get serious when them bodies start comin' up I put a kit on the Urus, it's bigger now Told my baby mama, "We need a bigger house" I'm too real for this shit, I done figured out Got one foot in the streets, tryna pull it out Keep it lowkey, she ain't runnin' her mouth (Mouth) She don't ever want me to pull out (Out) I ran it up to a low from an ounce I'm rockin' clothes I can't even pronounce Fuck the pandemic, I love me a drought I ran it up in this motherfucker Three hunnid shots, that's enough in this motherfucker Only The Family, it's us in this motherfucker, gang shit The money make the world spin The money make the girls grin Been rapping since 2010 Whoever thought I'd win? The money make the world spin

The money make the girls grin Been rapping since 2010 Whoever thought I'd win?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) I pour an eight inside the Lam' truck, fell asleep flyin' I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs And I can't turn my back on Boona like I ain't see him tryin' These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought Booka bought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me They turned they back and said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me I put baguettie inside the Cartier 'cause I'm feelin' bossy They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told 'em call me I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it Fuck bein' a hundred, I spent a couple hundred on niggas' tablets Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established You do that shit again, what you did to bro gon' get you a casket I did shit for niggas without them askin' I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin' I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all nah even though I got it Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros The ones I ain't talk to like that back then, know they still hoes And some niggas try to hide they hate, but that shit still show I never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to say I'm a butcher Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'" He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open" I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'" You gotta watch them niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin' He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion Bro got life, he don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotion I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent You know, I like talkin' to the streets, like When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like Tell motherfuckers, like, what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'? Relate to the trenches You know what I'm sayin', I can't be talkin' 'bout a Richard Mille all the time, know what I'm sayin'? Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a Richard Mille is Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate All angles, know what I'm sayin'? The voice Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, that's a fact, and you can't lie to me (Ayy, woah) What I get paid on that block, that's like your salary (Uh, woah) Mandatory rules to the trenches, keep your gun on you 'Fore the money even be involved, they be one hundred Fuckin' all these hoes state to state, I ain't see love comin' Slowed down on that mud, grew a pudge from it, uh Not what you do, just how you do it, ain't what you say, it's how you say it You can think about the money, but it's how you gonna chase it They freed a couple killers, now they city goin' up And you only call me when you see me pourin' up And you snuck n' told, you don't know if we know or not And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot (Wow) My other homie told my other homie

That my other homie other homie tryna kill him That's why I only fuck with a couple niggas Get out the dope game, get a couple figures Make my bitch cum and then I'm cummin' with her Real niggas only, ain't no competition We dropped Bloodas, now they sayin' "Bloodas" If I don't know nothin', I know our fans love us I learned to rap and get some bands from it You be around the fake, but I'm stayin' from it You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Don't even fix your mouth to tell me that you loyal (Keep that) They only reason I spare you is because I love you (I swear) A whole lot of choppers, couple Jewish lawyers (Yeah) Straight dope boy (Yeah), Richard Porter (Trap) Took a lot of losses fuckin' with you nigga (Trap) Seen a lot of crosses fuckin' with you nigga (Damn) Yeah, we did dirt (Yeah), yeah, I front you work (Yeah) Plugged on the syrup (Yeah), but that shit was curse (Shit!) You like to get high, I like to get paid (Okay) I been on some hustlin' shit since 6th grade (Ayy, who dat?) I'm the one your mom and daddy told you stay away from But I'm the one who that told you fuck them hoes, let's get this paper Count a million, smoke a nigga at the same time (Hey) Rich nigga, me and you ain't on the same time (it's Dolph) On the stage or in the trap, I'm the same nigga (it's Dolph) You ain't ever elevated, just the same nigga You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog since the sandbox (Sandbox) I been runnin' with some killers, we got hand Glocks (Hand Glocks) Sippin' syrup, I'm movin' slow like a grandpa (Grandpa) Kept it real from the jump, these niggas changed up (Changed up) All these diamonds on my neck, they gettin' tangled up Hearin' rumors 'bout my main man snortin' dust (Oh) We ain't have no ride, we'd steal a car, we don't catch the bus (Yeah) I wish Lil Juan could see me now, a nigga rich as fuck (Rich as fuck) Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm sellin' whole things (Whole things) I was down bad on my dick, I didn't have no dreams (No dreams) I swear to God I had a hundred racks at eighteen (Ayy) Sittin' in the cell, goin' hard, they tryna mace me (Serve 10) Every nigga who threw salt gon' have to face me (Face me) Told my bitch that she can leave, she won't replace me (Won't replace me) Doin' what I'm 'posed to do, I know they hate me (Hate me) I'ma stand up on they ass 'til they take me (Take me) You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Smokin' your dead homie Facts, gas I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos (Oh) I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (Let's get it) Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero (Uh, hero) Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (Oh yeah, we know) And wherever that drama at, we go (We go) (You know, you know) We the neighborhood heroes (We know, we know) We the neighborhood heroes That street shit We don't reply to niggas with that tweet shit (Facts) Beef shit, nigga said fuck me, he ain't mean it (Pussy) Sweet shit, foenem caught a body, they gon' beat it Defense, Glock to his face, he won't eat it (Brr) All facts, nigga snaked me once and I'ma fall back (Let's get it) Nigga say he my brother, but he snaked me, what you call that? I cheated on my BM three times with my dog ass She gave her number, I delete it, 'cause they all rats

Chiraq, where the police don't call backup Last nigga played with Durkio, he in a backwood Chicago niggas play with PnB, but ain't no matchup If you know me like you know me, where I'm from, I'm not a rapper Burglar, scammer, a murderer, I'm handsome When I'm off the drugs, I swear I'm steady throwin' tantrums Angelo told me once before, he want a Phantom I can't say no 'cause that's my son, I gotta answer I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos (You know) I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (You know) Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (We know) And wherever that drama at, we go (Oh, oh) Oh, we the neighborhood heroes (We the neighborhood heroes) We the neighborhood heroes They say we won't get help unless Obama do it (Turn up) Don't get shot in my areas, ain't no trauma unit (Let's get it) If you a snake and they ain't do, just know the opps'll do it (Know the opps'll do it) And go and drill, this the best time 'cause the opps into it (Brr) I still sleep around the savages like I ain't rich You talkin' to me about your homie, that's that fake shit (Turn up) The city ain't never played my songs, shoutout to Nehpets Just take that watch up of your arm 'fore we take it (Yeah, yeah) And we the reason for your dead niggas Breadwinners, when you hit that stain you ain't share with us Fuck the Instagram, this reality I know a nigga talk straight cash, and he ain't got a G They had my momma usin' WIC when we in poverty And I was tired of eatin' Kix, but she know I gotta eat Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' ride for me Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' die for me I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know And wherever that drama at, we go Oh, we the neighborhood heroes We the neighborhood heroes4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Turn me up, Josh) I was goin' through that pain alone I was goin' through that phase alone We all change, you say I change alone Sleepless nights, barely changin' clothes You know damn right you was wrong I was tired, they didn't realize Certain vibes, it don't feel right Plenty nights got me traumatized Why they lie? I do love my guys You lookin' crazy, know the trenches raised me I'm Durkio, but I'm Chicago JAY-Z And I was scared how that money made me I caught a vibe today, was lookin' crazy Money ran low, right? Felons can't vote, right? I can't even vote for who I believe in, shit ain't goin' right I didn't drop a tear inside the funeral, I ain't mourn right And I nut in all the hoes I fuck, I blame the porn site Please don't turn away from me I got enough on my plate tryna turn away, tryna turn away Became the voice of the streets and my people ain't believe in me I'm supportive of the streets and them people ain't believe in me Quarantine what? I'm just tryna make a buck Talkin' to my dawg, he be actin' like he stuck Favorite gun a Glock, it slipped up, what a month Throw it in they face every time I hold it up Granny ain't feelin' too well Shootout with the police, I ain't goin' to jail How you actin' off a case, you'll know if you tell I know a nigga from the hood, he'll serve with no scale Watchin' Bands make a play, I seen him score in the mail Gave him thirty-nine years, I heard him cry in the cell Even though I'm gettin' big, I bought a MAC through my Zelle Took a picture on my block, they think I'm back in the field Please don't turn away from me I got enough on my plate tryna turn away, tryna turn away Became the voice of the streets and my people ain't believe in me I'm supportive of the streets and them people ain't believe in me6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> It's your boy Lil Durk man King of Chicago man This is not a diss

Caught a new case and shit, made me look basic Police want names, cause I done made it Don't fuck with my niggas, they left a nigga hanging Free Zoo and free DD, hardbodies don't say shit Don't be from Mubu, this rap shit is fufu (We don't rap beef, nigga!) Catch me on Normal, with Twin he a loose screw (My niggas go nuts!) These niggas is snitching, we callin' em blues clues They telling the police, giving em loose clues I fuck with the Migos, but I am not Capo Sipping on purple, I'm feeling like harpo (I'm sippin' on act!) These niggas want war, knock meat out his taco For that beef with our team , we shooting like porno Shots out of Chiraq, born central city Now I'm in LA, eating shrimp with Diddy My daddy got booked with some books and a couple of millis The next deal I sign is gonna be for a couple of millis I don't rock Gucci, I just like Louis V That swipe shit is cool, but you will not Woochie me How you gone wife her, she just gon' do the team You stick to the smokes and the molly, I'mma do the lean Shout out to B.O.N., I'm talking 'bout Bump and 'nem You diss on Chiraq, you is not coming here (Better ask them niggas) You so GDK, now you a thug again? You so BDK, now you a thug again? With these birds man I feel rich homie like Thugger 'nem (Like Rich Gang) How you feel today, and thinking we plugging him And I lost a couple niggas that I can't hug again But I seen a couple niggas I cannot mug again Shout out to Def Jam, No I.D. 'nem Homicide on the scene, no I.D. him (Took off his face with this 40!) Sipping on lean, my IV Kit They look at IG, they wanna be him I call up D Thang, he dress a nigga up Call up Randy Boy, po' lean in my cup I call up Ikey Mikey, he shooting shit up They talkin' bout Durk, he picking shit up Fuck all that eating shit, I'm with this beef shit I use a lot of autotune, but I'm with this street shit (Ask all the opps!) I bang like Chop, but I'm on my Keef shit (I'm fuckin' with him right now!) Take a nigga down, but we will not keep shit Shout out to 4-6, shout out to Dog Pound Shout out to 300, they will not make a sound Niggas be tweaking, I know they 'gone hate us now If Kobe leave league, there ain't no Lakers now Take me out of Chiraq, like Jordan off the Bulls How you the king of Chiraq you ain't got no pull And these niggas throwing L's like these niggas loyal (These niggas ain't loyal at all!) These niggas say they got your back but they ain't for you B.O.N I'm a big ol nigga B.O.N I'm a big ol nigga Aye Nuski gang man RIP man Free Rondonumbanine Aye this my city nigga, gang Cause I'm a big ol nigga I weigh 150 solid ya hear me I'm still a big nigga, nigga Aye my feature price cost these niggas rent for a year man I pay you niggas shit up Nuski got the strap December 15 nigga, gang29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You want me to lose No I'm not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio I got a story got a movie but nobody know Believe me I'm real believe I'm trill for real, you should know Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh Nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh Young nigga I had a curfew What you don't know won't hurt you You told police I hurt you Like fuck that bitch who birth you Y'all had me at my lowest I love my brothers who snaked me but I don't wanna show it Can't fuck with you I'm honest Locked in that cell my first son I ain't get to see him potty I'm off them drugs when I get mad I say I'm goin' Scottie Take off them Gucci's in the trenches I wear Foamposites Lawyer fees and bond money, I drop big deposits I drop big deposits, I like my hoe exotic My gun get molestic they bound to catch a body My homie got bodied I keep their mommas happy My kids they goin' to college, I sold dope in Giuseppe's Allah come help me (mhm), I'm healthy (mhm), I'm wealthy (mhm)

Drink filthy Niggas, don't get it Niggas, ain't with it Bitches want attention, I told 'em they can't get it You want me to lose No I'm not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio I got a story got a movie but nobody know Believe me I'm real believe I'm trill for real, you should know Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh Nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh They ain't love you like I love you You told me you ain't trust 'em And you only believe in me told you they say fuck you Look what they did to the muscle, best believe these niggas gon' touch you Give the pussy up for free how you know I'ma tussle You my brother for life Man that shit don't sit right with me Niggas say they gon' ride with me When you died I was on yo' side Momma, I need you Your son, he needs you Your son is evil, they think they equal These niggas don't get it Gotta ride around my city Can't let them get me, ridin' around with my .50 30 percs got me dizzy Got my gun and got one on top Keep niggas in my business, ain't no rules in the trenches All that just be annoyin' folk If you can't be, ay if you can't be yourself folk, make your own decisions folk I'm cool You want me to lose No I'm not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio I got a story got a movie but nobody know Believe me I'm real believe I'm trill for real, you should know Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh Nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Young Chop on the beat BandKamp I can't trust myself, OTF But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) We OTF, bitch, we OTF L-L-Lets get it Everyday I like to bake, I need cake (Let's get it) Real niggas with me, they ain't fake (Real niggas with me, they ain't fake) Cool niggas, cool with the jakes (Uh, let's get it) The MAC that I got a take his face No shells, ima do 'em with the eight (Nah, nah) Niggas sweet, on my life, I call 'em cake (Let's get it) I got thirties on thirties with a K (Thirties on thirties with a K) Movie clips, I be shootin' like I'm Zae (Let's get it) Everywhere I go, they be knowin' my name (Durk) They be screamin' L's and screamin' bang (Let's get it) Everywhere I go, they be knowin' my name (L's, L's, L's) They be screamin' L's and screamin' bang (Bang bang) I can't trust myself, OTF But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) We OTF, bitch, we OTF L-L-Lets get it These niggas can't get right so they get left I be ballin' out the gym, don't need no help I be swaggin' to the max, I swag myself (I swag myself) Ima hitta, like Lil Durk, invented that Mouth duck taped, I neva rat (I neva rat) For that bread, I go bananas, I go ape (I go ape) All my niggas global now, outter space (Outter space) I ain't doing shit for free you gotta pay (Pay) She gone fuck for free, anyway

And I only want the top, that mean yo face I can't trust a soul, get 'em out my face Ima savage for that green, need that cake I can't trust myself, OTF But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) We OTF, bitch, we OTF L-L-Lets get it I'm on the block and my name hold weight (64) Where I'm from, late night, it ain't safe (Let's get it) Fuck a op, dot cops, niggas snakes (Niggas snake) Rachael Ray on my waist, I'm tryna bake (Tryna cook) Movie clips with uzi, one take (Graaah) My life a movie, I be livin' what I say (I be livin' what I say) Rat niggas them the ones behind the tape (Let's get it) Snitch niggas them the ones behind the jakes (L's, L's) On my wrist, it's an Audemar (It's an Audemar) I'm ballin' hard, I'm with all the stars (OTF, GBE) OTF, bitch, we some stars (Let's get it) Foreign bitches say we got some awesome cars (Let's get it) I can't trust myself, OTF But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) We OTF, bitch, we OTF L-L-Lets get it17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Lil Durk I heard you wanna do a freaky song with the Queen What’s good? Rrr Bend you over, scratch your back up Lick your chest, pull your tracks out Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth Thumb in your ass Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Don't go out with your friends, post me on Instagram Tell the world that I'm your man, tell the world that I'm your friend Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend life with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend time with you Oh, you're usually up to no good But I get you because you're so hood When it go in, it feel so good Oh, baby Don't go out with your friends Start switchin' up your plans Don't be on Instagram Don't disappear again Oh, boy, you got this pussy jumpin' Oh, damn, we really fuckin' fuckin', baby Oh, baby Keep cummin' in it 'cause I want your baby I want you suckin' on my toes Fuck you better than them hoes 'Cause it's tighter and it's wetter and I suck it like a pro, oh Bend me over, then hit it from the side Let me ride you, then ride it from behind I ain't sharin', bitch, 'cause it's mine Hit the deepthroat, then the bix-nine He killin' for this pussy, he said, "Nick's mine" Thick and long, damn, the dick's bomb Best I ever had, not a diss line And the best part, kiss the whole time (Kiss the whole time) Bend you over, scratch your back up Lick your chest, pull your tracks out Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth Thumb in your ass Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Don't go out with your friends, post me on Instagram Tell the world that I'm your man, tell the world that I'm your friend Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend life with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend time with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bend you over, touch your toes, doggystyle This the quickest I done came, it's been a while What you scratchin' my back for, and I'm goin' faster My phone don't matter, so don't disturb Miss Durkio, female me You got a man, bitch, email me Pussy on ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee It smell like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee It taste like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee It look like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee Relation goals It's how far I came It's how far I go We, we, we keep going, kay, okay, okay Keep screaming, yeah, yeah, yeah It's worth it, okay, okay, okay It's working, okay, okay, okay Bend you over, scratch your back up Lick your chest, pull your tracks out Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth Thumb in your ass Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Don't go out with your friends, post me on Instagram Tell the world that I'm your man, tell the world that I'm your friend Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend life with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend time with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DY Krazy Permanent  mark on my heart, girl, you careless And  when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary And I got caught with four, five hoes, I'm so embarrassed I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage No  disloyal in my heart, whatever that is Came  a long way from Amiris, rocking Ballys I know some niggas don't take care of they kids, they don't call 'em daddy And  that's a deadbeat, got a Trackhawk with the red seats Let's get married, get a couple M's, then I'm ready Give you Chanel sneaks, then a Chanel bag color cherry And I ain't nothing like them other niggas, so don't compare me Actuality,  they treated me unfairly You put your friends in our business You know they dying for attention 'Cause ain't no point in bein' no friend L-O-V-E, do you love me? R-E-S-P-E-C-T, don't say fuck me Tryna L-I-V-E, do you trust me If I gave your ass my heart, girl, you lucky And you better tell the world that you love me That you love me, yeah Do you love me? Do you love me? Yeah And I don't talk about no weak shit, I don't touch it Tear your hole up and your throat back when I'm bustin' You told your friends inside your groupchat we was fuckin' I heard your friends say that I treat you like you nothing I'm a gangster, but I moan when you suckin' When we fuckin', I fuck long, I don't rush it Fuck my past, you can't hold onto nothing When you mad, you say go'n on and fuck I done bought you Gucci, Louis, and Prada too I done bought you a Prada bag, said I'm proud of you Play with my bitch and it's bada-bing, then bada-boom I'm high as hell, I'm taking Percocets by the moon Get that Lambo' truck the color Nipsey Blue And you be feeling like the man in the empty room I don't gotta force you for the pussy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Who the fuck is this man (5 in the morning) Hello, I got Fredo with Lil Reese on camera

Putting duffle bags of work in the Phantom Man it ain't shit we can't handle Hello, who is this? Y'all going in and out of town, and we watching (what) That deal that you got, can't stop it (man) These cases that we got, the new topic (the new topic) Hello (let's get it) who is this? Feds watching me saying first 48 (let's get it) Said 3 hunnit part of the murder rate (I heard) Niggas snitching, bitches tellin' 'em, where shorty stay I need to pack up and leave before the 28th (I'm gone) Go to O'Block, call up Top'nem (O'Block) Catch a opp, 30 pop, they can't stop them (brrr-ah) Rumor 'round that the labels gon' drop them (we fold 'em) Rumor 'round that the opps gon' drop them (they fake) Got Gotti calling me about white (about white) Got my hittas on point all night (all night) Got the plug acting funny, its tight (its tight) 'Cause the feds on point, its alright (let's get it) Hello, I got Fredo with Lil Reese on camera Putting duffle bags of work in the phantom Man it ain't shit we can't handle Hello, who is this? Y'all going in and out of town, and we watching (what) That deal that you got, can't stop it (man) These cases that we got, the new topic (the new topic) Hello (let's get it) who is this? Cop a brick on parole, fuck a judge (fuck a judge) Gotta choose who you want for a plug (let's get it) Before I get robbed, I'll take a slug (brrr-ah) Gotta watch for a nigga with a bug (he a snitch) Ch-ch-ch-chopper beat like 808s (like 808s) For a fee my lil' niggas take a face (take a face) See I'm chilling where its hot and ain't safe (the lam) Where you get shot down for a eighth (for a eighth, bah) Fredo got the trap going nuts (going nuts) Reese keep telling me it's just us (at the top) Savage shit, bitch we don't give a fuck (give a fuck) I got the feds calling me about us (let's get it) Hello, I got Fredo with Lil Reese on camera Putting duffle bags of work in the phantom Man it ain't shit we can't handle Hello, who is this? Y'all going in and out of town, and we watching (what) That deal that you got, can't stop it (man) These cases that we got, the new topic (the new topic) Hello (let's get it) who is this?17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You know what I'm saying, um The album done Love Songs for the Streets 2 I got niggas who locked up who niggas lied on These niggas shootin' at these kids, they shootin' in blindfolds I got blood in my eyes, it ain't mine, oh And I got niggas in the trenches who I'd die for They got a murder that's unsolved, it got my mind gone And foenem still'd be right here if he ain't take his mask off Kenneka Jenkins' murder still unsolved, oh They said I still can't do no shows in Chicago That's why I'ma charge a hundred fifty for a concert When I'm done with that gun, clean your palms, oh I'd rather do hundred years than see my mom hurt Before you say I left you hangin', get a bond, oh I tell 'em, 'Nine coming home, they say I'm lying, oh I wonder what was in his mind in that Tahoe Off this ecstasy, I cannot sleep-ay-ay-ay Wash this gun powder off with some bleach-ay-ay-ay I'm Lil Durk and I be representing the trenches Steady ready running from the Jakes, we hoppin' fences I regret I caught that case, I had a witness And when I'm talking to the streets I bet they listen When I was down bad on my dick, they ain't pay attention Man, I fell down to my knees when the law came And I can't go like Mitch in the hallway I'd rather go out just like Rico, snake 'em all, ayy Oh, oh-oh, ooh I put this pain in this shit, that's why I got the streets They gotta come see me for that pain shit, bro Oh, oh, ooh, woah, oh, oh5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Manipulator, instigator Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up And I hope his lawyer beat his case up If I tell you I love you and then I love you If I call you my brother then you my brother

It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle And you was down and out with me when it was ugly I wanted to tell you a lot of shit but ain't get the chance to They say that shit gon' fall on me whatever my friends do And we always sold the link whenever the rent due And I told my family I got 'em when music break through Made my first hundred thousand, that's why I feel myself Man the rumors killed me deeply, I wanted to kill myself Before I let an opposition do it, I'll kill myself I feel that pain I thought I'd never feel Same nigga tricked on me from the sand, mmh Same niggas that I gave a hand, mmh Man this shit was not the plan, mmh Just for thinking they my friends Manipulator, instigator Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up And I hope his lawyer beat this case up If I tell you I love you and then I love you If I call you my brother then you my brother It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle And you was down and out with me when it was ugly Remember you had gave me chicken I ain't want Chinese I remember ridin' to 8Ball and MJG And I got kids so ain't no family price, this shit ain't free I done put two pills inside me like this shit ain't me I'm deep inside the hood, for woods they need ID You was cool but I ain't loyal so I ain't need to breathe And you was hungry in the county so I sent a sleeve And I was walkin' around my block, my Glock is stallin' deans, yeah Chinchillas and gold Rollies, they hood trophies I remember ridin' dirty, hope I don't get pulled over And I tried to get a job driving bulldozers Now it's steamers and high speeds, don't get pulled over Manipulator, instigator Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up And I hope this lawyer beat this case up If I tell you I love you and then I love you If I call you my brother then you my brother It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle And you was down and out with me when it was uglyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Pour a cup of that dirty Might take me a perc 30 Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me My momma said I might OD I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried Gotta watch out in these streets I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried Can't trust none of these niggas Don't love none of these bitches How they judging me nigga I came up from these trenches I might roll a blunt up for my people I might pour a cup up for my people Baby momma actin' evil Uncle still playin' wit them needles New car gas diesel New money cash Visa Nuski died what they believin' Brotha muslim to my pops too Tell 'em pigs no pork needed We ain't tryna talk no agreements Beat my case wit the best lawyer Told my sister I want the best for ya Fuck a strippa go invest money IG hoes that's a test for ya Devil workin' want the best of ya Street niggas make a mess of ya Lil niggas put stress on ya Yea yea yea Start them killas off of guns, start the traphouse off of pounds Bitch you know I love my son, boy my back was on the ground Who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care Pour a cup of that dirty Might take me a perc 30 Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me My momma said I might OD I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried Gotta watch out in these streets I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried Can't trust none of these niggas Don't love none of these bitches How they judging me nigga I came up from these trenches I might roll a blunt up for my people

I might pour a cup up for my people Close homie tried to kill me I'm just givin' y'all that's the real me Real niggas gotta feel me Station tryna they tryna wheel me Couple big niggas tried to lil me I got more power so don't try me I got missed call from my granny Gotta get back wit the family Streets say I need old me Nappy dreads off the codeine Block niggas servin' dope fiend Gold rollies to a trophy Fuck a deal I got street money Keep money plug keep comin' Comin' strong nothin' weak to me Nick Cannon Glocks keep drummin' In the streets wit me it ain't nowhere Got all of these money I'mma show it So who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care Pour a cup of that dirty Might take me a perc 30 Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me My momma said I might OD I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried Gotta watch out in these streets I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried Can't trust none of these niggas Don't love none of these bitches How they judging me nigga I came up from these trenches I might roll a blunt up for my people I might pour a cup up for my people12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You turn me on when you be shavin' off your pussy Makin' that macaroni sound when it gushy She gon' give me the sloppiest head with her good teeth And she love when I be off them Percocets when I'm munchin' Snatch the condom off, goin' raw sex with it 'cause it feel better Put my finger in her, when I take it out then we just gon' lick it together Audacity to ask you when I'm done with bitches, like when we gon' get it together? Why don't thesе niggas be lovin' these bitchеs? Me and Runny hit 'em together I'ma go buy the lil' bitches Celine bags, she ain't seen cash When we sat down, she told me that it's more cash then it's more ass She told me her ex-nigga ain't had no cash, he worked for DoorDash He ain't even cash out on her birthday, he gave her store credit Every day, you know I think about you Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh) I'ma tell 'em I can't be without you Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh) I'm just comin' clean, I was bein' mean, I ain't 'posed to be mean I'm just comin' clean, I was bein' seen, I ain't 'posed to be seen I'm just comin' clean, I know you ain't cheat, I was just bein' mean I'm just bein' clean, I had another phone, I was just bein' clean Drug sex, I ain't even had water, I ain't pop it yet Drug sex, she callin' me daddy, I ain't her father yet Drug sex, rich sex, puttin' diamonds on her new Patek Cross-check, goin' in the stores, I don't even notice that Bougie, took down my number, you ain't even call me yet Durkio, I ain't even gon' cap, my rich hoes call me that Side bitches, I ain't even gon' cap, I buy 'em all new baguettes I'm buyin' prescription, I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't hit the Tooka yet (Somebody, oh) (Somebody, oh) Every day, you know I think about you Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh) I'ma tell 'em I can't be without you Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> 30 30's with 30's,30 niggas we dirty I got my shooters they shooting, we show them niggas no mercy From the pot to the block, from the block to the lot I got to duck from the ops, they be too cool with the cops See my life like a movie, I caught a case for the tooly The judge given out ten I ain't scared I do it So if a nigga run up on me I react with the uzi If a nigga run up on me I react with the uzi Son needed his daddy I still need him right now He doing life in the Feds need that appeal right now I catch a body I'm gone, I'm dipping right out of town I see the scout who told he getting pelled right down L's up to I die, blood, sweat, and some tears Def Jam they signed me, complete my dream as a kid Got locked up told my celly, he thinking life is a gig

Tell'em all I'm on TV MTV I'm the shit I hit a stain on some bricks, I can't look back I'm ahead I can't look back on this bread, I guess disease is to rare One did and it spread where I be 64th All that rating is dead I put a nine to his head Lil rock snatched for attempt lawyer money I got him If he can't hold weight he best believe I'm gonna spot'em I can't sit in the streets and let my real niggas rotting All black like I'm Bruce, so who think that was robbing And they drop my advanced, I'ma cop me up six I'ma carry a fenz and I'ma cop me a Benz I got Tommy's and Mac's, 40 cals, Glock 10's Momma told me you gon make it but, you can't get it in I'm a trapper to rapper, real niggas to actors Same people who’s fans they use to say ain't a factor I'm on top of the city, so them rumors ain't matter 8 balls the size of baseballs in the field I'ma batter A nigga tried to kill me dead, ops tried to wheel me in Like the Cubs in '79 them niggas won't win again Judge told me eye to eye PD riding on her end Get caught with another slammer they say they first offer 10 I can't change up like a penny, I want head just like a penny You won’t catch in the telly, catch me in back of the Bentley Niggas know I'm nailing shit, niggas know we killing shit I don't really give a fuck all my niggas we be in it We be 30 deep at least 30 of us polled up Taking risk that I hope and see my baby growing up Russian roulette in the streets, life is all about luck Pussy, money, weed, loyalty, trust is what a nigga lust I'ma I'm packing like a Green Bay Packer, all white Challenger, saltine cracker Free all of my niggas doing more than 3 calenders Pigs snatched me up, smacked me up cause I ain't answer them Can't snitch ain't a bone in my body say bitch I can't switch, half them shooters ain't shooting they faking I'm savage, my teacher always told me I ain't average She said Lil Durk he'll shoot I remind them of the Mavericks (let's get it)13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> OTF NuNu man, you know how we rockin' man, MG-03, 72nd So you- we on the block this early? Yeah it's 9th Street man, fool a lot of shit happened there And I'm in my feelings at a crossroads Don't want to go Crossroads Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the crossroads Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the crossroads And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody lord And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody lord And I'm gonna miss everybody Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads) Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads) Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads) Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads) And I'm gonna miss everybody Capo, L'A, everybody Nuski, Fredo, everybody I done seen they dead bodies And these bodies steady droppin' but you barely hear about 'em And they can't take fear up out 'em, oh Allah, we don't believe in Jesus RIP Kenneka Jenkins Look what they doin' to my people Think it's funny, why they tweakin'? They gon' snake you, they not equal That shit with Fredo got me tweakin' They not cryin', they just tweetin' Ain't no time to do no grievin' Percocet come out my pores You don't feel that when they die 'til it happen to yours, yeah But they got a choice In the trenches, I done did it, I became a voice See I ain't changed but I was goin' through changes Pluto'd still be alive if he ain't hang with strangers Niggas love you when you dead, that shit the strangest Skylar and Bella my two angels Fo'nem at your roof like a fucking reindeer So deep inside this hellhole, it don't rain here We love the same people, we ain't got the same tears They don't understand me, don't think they can hear Spread the love (we can't 'cause niggas die 'bout it) Spread the love (this time they said I'll die 'bout it) Spread the love (my niggas, I'll fire shots 'bout 'em) Spread the love (too many niggas got bodied) I'm so deep in Chicago, whoever thought I'd see France? If I ain't have beef I think they'd be treatin' me like Chance Old heads cannot mislead me, they know that I'm too advanced Even though that I'm lowkey, got killers on my demand, ayy You ever seen friends turn to snakes? You ever seen snakes turn to friends?

I'm seein' this shit happen every day That's where we at, know what I'm sayin' We rap about it 'cause we got, know what I'm sayin' I see people judgin' us, talkin' 'bout They always talkin' 'bout guns, postin' guns They doin' it for the money See I came from shit, know what I'm sayin', so I do what I want That's why 2Pac was so great, you feel me? He spoke his mind Nigga ain't gotta be no gangster Everybody with me ain't no gangsters You know what I'm sayin', everybody with me ain't no killers Everybody with me don't get money You know what I'm sayin', but we gon' make that shit work We gon' put the money niggas with the money niggas We gon' put the killers with the killers, know what I'm sayin' And let it get treacherous for niggas, you know? For real, for real6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (ATL Jacob) Came a long way to a mansion crib I had roaches at my granny crib Jumped into the streets on accident Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis I bet that nigga won't lack again Remember I had them 2s for 10s Put me on child support you better not ask for shit On my dead body I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's My homie he the police he might be fed probably That's on my dead body You ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he ain't shoot back Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped Always tryin' to fix some shit where its loose at Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares Tryin' tell my judge my story like who cares Can't explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son) Don't come outside when it's war I think you scared Wasn't in my life I tell my kids you dead Know some niggas that'll snake their homies for some meds Know some niggas that don't take care of their homies in the feds Know some niggas that took some gunshots to the head No reaction and scream "gang gang" when I'm dead Please be greater, don't please these haters When that Bentley paddle, like please these gators I don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve later You don't believe me now, you gon' believe me later You ain't bleeding now, you gon' bleed later We don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we take 'em Percocet eater, I told Rex take 'em Ain't let money change him I told Rex thank you Came a long way to a mansion crib I had roaches at my granny crib Jumped into the streets on accident Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis I bet that nigga won't lack again Remember I had them 2s for 10s Put me on child support you better not ask for shit On my dead body I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's My homie he the police he might be fed probably That's on my dead body I'ma attached to my babies They be drivin' me crazy My three sons crazy Make my daughters ladies Turn these thous to millions Goin broke prevent it I be on my enemies 101 percentage Don't fuck wit no sucker niggas My life I adjusted wit it I snake you just to get it Don't wanna die, keep my distance Wonder why I keep my pistol Had fame since we was little Kept guns from being bullied Cap guns to keep 'em fully My teacher tried to push me I need them birds like Whoopi

My bitch I love her pussy For thirty thousand book me They steady tryna book me Smoke a pound of cookie A designer junkie I done survived the jungle I'ma survive the struggle Forever gon' ride wit muscle Luffy These niggas ain't real, act like they love me Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch me Facts, oh-oh-oh A shame on you mean that's a shame on me Got fame on you mean that's fame for me If you get 100 years, that's the same for me I'll forgive you for what you did just explain to me Came a long way to a mansion crib I had roaches at my granny crib Jumped into the streets on accident Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis I bet that nigga won't lack again Remember I had them 2s for 10s Put me on child support you better not ask for shit On my dead body I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's My homie he the police he might be fed probably That's on my dead body4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm in molly world, I need a Mollygurl Pineapple swirl, keep me in molly world Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world I'm out here off a molly, I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm out here bussin', I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm off the shits, I need a Mollygurl Bitch I need a molly, I'm off one in the party I just copped me a 'Rari, I'm global like safari Your bitch she need a molly, she ride me like a Harley I chop her like a Harley, O.T.F. we are the party Yeah bitch I'm rolling, all my bottles golden Got her in here zoning, take one ain't no folding My dick that bitch be holding, all this money throwing All this money throwing, all this money throwing Bitch I'm bout that life, off one ain't no sleep Bitch you must be scared off a whole fucking piece Bitch I'm in the streets, fuck nigga don't want no beef 300 that's the team, 300 that's the team I'm in molly world, I need a Mollygurl Pineapple swirl, keep me in molly world Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world I'm out here off a molly, I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm out here bussin', I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm off the shits, I need a Mollygurl Mollygurl got my supermodel, I don't loan my Gucci goggles Pop one and might rock a visor, T.R.U. Religion my true religion Foreign car my roof missing, white on white I'm a fool with it White on white I’m a fool with it. In that spotlight I’m a fool with it I'm out here like everyday, I get money in every way Went to jail for my petty case, molly world that's a better place L's up for my hater's face, I'm energized like Gatorade Cooking shit like Rachel Ray, O.T.F. till I die in the grave Bitch I'm out here rolling, all these bitches going Kush too strong, that potent, she wetter than an ocean Molly got her in motion, and lean is what I'm pouring Molly, where we going That molly, where we going I'm in molly world, I need a Mollygurl Pineapple swirl, keep me in molly world Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world I'm out here off a molly, I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm out here bussin', I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm off the shits, I need a Mollygurl7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Oh, redman, red van (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?) Redman, murder man Servin' bands, outta Xans (Ayy, pull up, Lam)

Man down, oh, oh I ain't get the chance to tell you I love you, I'm tellin' you I love you now And you gotta ride with your gun every time you outside in the Chi' You ain't never had that feelin' in your stomach you gon' die Don't too many niggas send money to that jail, so I try I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain't slide All these niggas say that they gang, they ain't even did shit for the guys Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same shit to the Y Gotta eat, bitch I trust went in my pants, took some cash How you know a nigga from your hood told and you ain't tryna put him on blast? Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, not no meds They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (Shh) That same day my cousin died, I couldn't tame it with meds They ask me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds" I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed And I ain't gon' repeat that shit I said in my head, dead man Redman, murder man Homicide, red van Shots fired, headband Man down, man down Shots fired, was a homicide, ayy, ayy Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> TouchofTrent be wildin' with it The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before Fuck you from the back, feel like I hit it before And I asked you for some anus, like you ain’t did it before Before me, I don't care who was before me You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely My baby, challenges, you know ’em, baby I gravitated your love for the making Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage Makе sure you make a hundred Ms off cosmеtics When I decide to get you a ring, I'm gettin' all carats And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous And when I do tell you I love you, it don't be small letters And you gon' cuss a nigga out, tryna fuck for some Margielas I hate when you try to ignore me, they tried to say that you ain't for me I had to figure it out on my own, had to take you on this journey Got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm Stop movin' girl, I’m bout to cum I changed your life from the ghetto You got me screamin’ falsetto Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal Love when your landing, see you at arrival "No Label" song wasn't for you, I need a title Done fuckin’ these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal She don't care to be around my boys You concealed and carried my heart like a FOID I don't want no different hoes like Floyd Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd I’m holding you down, you so used to clowns Pop up unannounced, told me he a mouse Told me don't give him pounds, told me he ain't allowed Told me he ain't my crowd, it was true, so I'm proud Make me proud Make me proud Make me proud Make me proud, baby1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Squat made the beat) (Turn me up, Josh) (Go Grizz) (Winners Circle) Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Ooh-oh-oh I wish I would turn myself in before I fuck one last time I wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one pint I wish I would turn myself in without kissin' my kids, no, it ain't right I wish I would turn myself in without playin' that shit back that night I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album I wish I would put trust in a nigga knowin' they goin' sour I told 'em I wish I would, I fuck her in the butt, go douche Told 'em put a big bag on my books, make sure my artist get pushed Look up at the judge, can't look, state makin' up lies for sure I'm an innocent man for sure, it is what it is for sure

Nobody gon' ride, had a warrant, so I can't hide India gon' stay by my side, I did a song with Chance tonight He givin' positive vibes to better my image for life I turn myself in tonight, head down with these 'cuffs on, just read me my rights Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Ooh-oh-oh I got five million followers, I need five million dollars I scream, "Free Melly," from my cell even though they ain't got 'em Mmm, free Von, free Zoo, even though they got the same problem Mmm, false accusation, why they name droppin'? They wanna know if I'm rappin' or robbin', takin' these drugs for family problems I get a call, I call my mama, mmm, I'm sorry I get a bond, I'm givin' 'em property, no, I can't tell, that's part of the policy If you don't fuck with me, nigga, then fuck you, but I show love for niggas a part of me I went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jumpsuits Locked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt you No PC, commissary and receipts, fan mail, I gotta reread New rappers wanna be me, can't be me, I'm gangster Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Ooh-oh-oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Drugs straight out the capsule, send her ass to molly world I don't even drink for real, but I damn near fucked a bottle girl I just bought a bitch two pair of Chanels, I told her, "Model for it" When I'm in the club with niggas I don't like, we havin' bottle wars Said to my man like we on that nigga ass, ain't no talkin' to us Give me compliments, my bitch for real, but ain't no talkin' to her Champagne back to back in the Gucci store when I walk through it Get high, then I treat the mic like therapy 'cause I talk to it I sit back and ask myself, "Why?" so many times They treatin' sports just like the streets, they tryna give 'em fines He in the trenches without a gun, I called and gave him mine Bumped heads with my day ones yesterday, I say I'ma give 'em time Hope BA get right back off that time, they gave him fifty-five I hate Tayski gone forever, we locked in on 59th He was my dawg, he was my 'round, he was like fifty twice I made it out, I beat the odds, you gotta be precise Me and my auntie had some words, that shit ate me alive See, my lil' daughter bad as hell and she ain't even five He got the same time as the shooter and he ain't even drive An O-P-P got hit in his T-O-P and he ain't even die I've seen so many young niggas lose they lives That's why when I go to a funeral today, I don't even cry And that real shit run in my veins Some niggas I don't fuck with for real, they just wanted my stain I put ninety on your head, that's one of my chains And I can't cap, that nigga Von made me go to Johnny Dang I popped a pill and hit my head, damn, I was feelin' strange I'm swingin' first whenever a nigga ask me what I bang When you lose five niggas in one summer, that's when you'll feel my pain You ain't gotta snatch it, they'll kill you, you can't feel my chains I'm the highest in the room, I feel just like La Flame They'll give you life, but change to a dub if you give 'em names Yeah, my life for real for real, this not a movie If a nigga I know support my song, they'll call 'em groupies And they ain't even meet Lil Baby, but they'll go post his music And that's my dawg for sure, yeah, that's my dawg for sure And I be stressed out with my kids, sometimes I don't call at all And you be actin' like you off Percs, but you off Tylenol I done popped some X and I told my mama I was off Adderall I buy that Glock, I need that switch, I need that attatchment, y'all4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DJ on the beat so it's a banger All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act Off a lotta pills, kissin' bitches, ew Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel

Don't get caught with the scale, bro 'nem died in the field We had to split our meals, went half for hotels Gotta watch your mans, that's the beauty of the streets Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast Never call my phone about the opps 'cause ain't no peace Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act Funeral, suit and tie, I'll shoot for the guys Takin' shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now I put blood in my Shahada, I got kufis with me now Feel like I'm dyin', I'm too high, Pluto died in the Chi Got me ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now Hunnid rounds on him now Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto... All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Let's throw a party, let's throw a party (Let's get it) Let's throw a party (A party, a party party) Let's have a party Invite the bad bitches Invite the drug dealers Bring the city out 'cause I'm that nigga She wanna be famous Just let me record her Put grits in my water We gonna turn up at this party like Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party lets throw a party She geeking, she tweeking, she high off the molly Bitches on bitches, she say she not gay if she kissing her body Bring me Patron, I meant the designer Pass me the hookah, pass me the 9 Pass me my mic, my show starts at 9 Let's party party party party Lil bitch say she want me now, say my name bring the city out She wanna fuck 'cause she see me at Diddy's house Lil ho i can't go low, I can't go (Let's get it!) Call DJ up, play me, block party Glock 40 on me, 'cause these niggas hate me Lil bitch she a head hunter (Say she a head hunter) Wanna fuck cause my red bottoms (Cause my red bottoms) I'm turning up I'm a bread winner (Turning up I'm bread winner) You can't come if you ain't getting money (She ain't getting no money) I can't go, tryna get a bank roll (Bank roll) You ain't on the list should of never came ho Get in free, if you do the Bang Bros Let's have a party Invite the bad bitches Invite the drug dealers Bring the city out cause I'm that nigga She wanna be famous Just let me record her Put grits in my water We gonna turn up at this party like Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party when I'm broke, party when I'm rich

Party in a coupe, party with your bitch No candy see you later We gorillas nigga, cage us Party hard, I need more acres No phone, I book on papers You could say I'm in 3hunna the way I left the bitch in that dirt I'm a King Slime, she walk off I'm going in her purse Ooh she feeling me just like a nurse Just because I'm a star don't mean she won't get burnt (Party!) Jiggle that, jiggle that, jiggle that baby (Party!) When I fucked you I came right back the next day (Party!) Nigga party big as a parade (Party!) I'm YSL, Durk, tell 'em whatcha bang OTF, I do it for the fam Pull out your phone and do it for the 'gram Put ya hands up jump up and down and just jam (Jam) Jump up and down and just jam Yeah Let's have a party Invite the bad bitches Invite the drug dealers Bring the city out cause I'm that nigga She wanna be famous Just let me record her Put grits in my water We gonna turn up at this party like Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Ayy, pull up, Lamb) They ain't doing they job, they ain't serve and protectin' Even street niggas need that love and affection Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna give direction The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could've kept it Could've stayed on the porch, but jumped inside the streets, I had a selection Ain't no back and forth talkin' on the 'net, we send a message You want the king, you want that tiger head like the nigga off of Tekken Put blood, sweat, and tears inside of this shit, you gotta respect it You ain't did shit for the streets, so how you gon' put a word in? I'ma do what all I can do, but I ain't never say I was perfect Man, that gun heavy, palms sweaty, you acting nervous Put a hundred thousand on his head, that's two verses The county days, I used to wake up, wash up with the Jergens She told me three niggas she fucked, when I went in, she was a virgin And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic An iPhone plus an iPhone, two jail calls, I merge it The one I called my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing Don't be telling me 'bout your block, nigga, fuck them You can't bring your ass around if you say fuck twin Into it with us, kiss your kids, make sure they tucked in Two fifties in a millennium clip, that's a buck-ten The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you got a sucker then You signed your name up on that statement, you got the best font You asked me do I love you? Mhm, I'm nonchalant Went on the 'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked a blunt Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account I'm on camera, I got a case, so foenem knock 'em out We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout I'm the same, you touch my chain, foenem chalk 'em out, yeah, yeah The one I called my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Turn me up, Josh) Alright, 'cause he really a ho (Ayo, Vani) Like, he really, like You know, they probably told him Like you know when we came in, uh

(Ayy, Young Cutta, turn up) He got up outta there when we was in Cali and shit We came, and then he tried to shake my hand with love Like that's the second, I told him another time Told him we 'bout to get on his ass, have him duckin' and shit Who told me death is easy? Who told me death is easy? Like why you leave me? Why you tell me? Why you tell me that death is easy? They ain't bleed like we bleed Sheroid was a cool nigga A real nigga, not a stoop pigeon I hate J Money move loose with it He the one that's out the roof with it You think you tough, you got your clip extended Been on my own, I'm feelin' independent I love you too, but I don't know your feelings You ain't gotta tell me 'cause I know the difference I wash my pain away with painkillers No new friends, I'm with the same niggas Came from nothin', you see what fame get us? They went to jail, took care of the main niggas Baby mama realer than some day ones I gotta stash the drugs whenever they come I made "Dis Ain't What U Want" inside the basement Stayed alive inside the trenches, yeah, I made it What's-his-name would've been around, but he hated I fell off with my sound and they faded Look at me now, I'm shittin' in they faces Them billions close around, I can taste it Bitches stealin' kids, they tryna take 'em out my testicles I was fuckin' strippers, I was actin' unprofessional Lookin' at my son and I tell him, "I'ma better you" And that shit we doin', we get caught, we goin' federal I won't say it no more, you get Dior, you actin' sexual All the opps unhealthy, but I know a couple vegetable Leave me alone, I don't wanna talk no more And I found myself, I ain't feelin' lost no more Good weed with the Coldarin don't make me cough no more The reason niggas dyin', it ain't my fault no more He don't love his block, he not a boss no more He died off the pill, I don't wanna pop no more Who told me death is easy? Who told me death is easy? Like why you leave me? Why you tell me? Why you tell me that death is easy? They ain't bleed like we bleed They ain't bleed like we bleed They ain't bleed like we bleed4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Have a threesome with your bestie I'ma chance it Don't take a pic when we together that's a fed shit I spent over 4-5 racks on these glasses (on these glasses) I want that purple with my color just like Kansas Make sure I'm super fly because the cameras (yuh) Put a mm mm mm mm inside a Tropicana Sway don't, but the whole hood got the answers (yeah yeah) Black power in my blood my cousin Lee a panther (let's get it) Do a buck 50 riding down Lake Shore (skrt) God took away my niggas they don't make more (yeah) You take one of mine we gon' take four (do-do-do) Bitches screaming fake love like a Drake tour (turn up) We gon' pull up in that truck and it's paid for (turn up) How you flexing with your homie, shit it ain't yours (let's get it) Cleaning pots inside the trap but I hate chores (gang) BJ took mine he catch a case I take yours (brother) Hitting that dope I gotta take dome (dome) I'm from the trenches make me hate storms (Chiraq) How the fuck you on top and you don't make noise? (gang gang) I brought a hellcat from the trenches and I made it roar (skrt) We violent, shawty don't be too silent (yeah yeah) She don't like public, all her pages be private (yeah yeah) Before I pay a nigga bills I buy fashion (nah) I fuck her off a perky pill got me lasting (yeah yeah) Ain't no way that hate can overpower love (woah) Ain't no money in the world that can buy you trust (woah) Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us Used to be my brother, show me they color True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors) True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors) Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors (true colors) Even with these shades I can see your true colors I can't put no niggas over mine, I'ma over grind Over time, for more chains I'll over shine I'm screaming free 'em even if appeals denied Gave 'em guns just to get some lower time Like drinking lean shit way too cold with ice Kidnap your son got me like I'm Uncle Ice

Your ass ain't right, keep my strap like a dyke They shot my brother, we was in it all night They don't listen you ain't no politician And I was broke ain't have no pot to piss in Don't fuck with too many niggas had to keep my distance When I do come around I swear I feel the tension I love my cousin Iris man I swear I miss her Her daughter look just like her I see her and kiss her My daddy never seen my kids, only through some pictures At the time I was fighting cases so I couldn't visit Ain't no way that hate can overpower love (woah) Ain't no money in the world that can buy you trust (woah) Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us Used to be my brother, show me they color True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors) True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors) Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors (true colors) Even with these shades I can see your true colors2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DJ on the beat so it's a banger I know one nigga, he started a war but he don't want no parts I know one nigga'll snake his family 'cause he ain't got no heart I know one nigga who'll come out a Cut' just 'cause he ain't have no car I know one nigga who'll sniff a perc just 'cause he ain't got no bars I know one nigga told me stop singin', told me put out them bars Why would I do that and that's one main reason I got these cars? Nowadays crazy They'll make you feel bad if you ain't got no job Nowadays crazy They don't teach you 'bout school, they'll teach you how to rob Yeah, turn up We ain't goin' back to be broke no more You my bro, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout a ho How you say you fam but you don't show no love? How you say you fam but you don't show no love? Only The Family, I went to jail and I plead for insanity I stay with my family, they wasn't around, thought they abandoned me Do they love us like they say they do? Do they love me like they say they do? (Do they love me like they say they do?) I went to jail and met Muslims, reason I don't eat swine Ain't talked to my son in a minute, my mama had told me fine My cousin had went to the feds and told me that he took his time I lost my mind, I thought I was trippin', they told me that he dropped a dime, damn Granny still holdin' up, sometimes she'll lose her mind Had to catch myself sayin', "Remember?", damn well she don't remember '09 I threatened my homies, know damn well I'm lyin' Don't switch your story, you know them niggas told on Nine Can't hang with the mice So high, I done came in her twice Know a bitch suck dick for the Mikes And I'm so legit with the ice Drug dealer, no family price I stopped drinkin' lean with the ice G-Wagon, I lean to the right I move like a thief in the night Some niggas don't use they pipes Stop playin', you'll lose your life Some niggas ain't cool with a slice Four-five with a drum, they slide When they slide, you hide You get caught, that's pride 'Cause you ain't gon' tell that story 'Cause you know you dyin' I know one nigga, he started a war but he don't want no parts I know one nigga'll snake his family 'cause he ain't got no heart I know one nigga who'll come out a Cut' just 'cause he ain't have no car I know one nigga who'll sniff a perc just 'cause he ain't got no bars I know one nigga told me stop singin', told me put out them bars Why would I do that and that's one main reason I got these cars? Nowadays crazy They'll make you feel bad if you ain't got no job Nowadays crazy They don't teach you 'bout school, they'll teach you how to rob Yeah, turn up We ain't goin' back to be broke no more You my bro, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout a ho How you say you fam but you don't show no love? How you say you fam but you don't show no love? Only The Family, I went to jail and I plead for insanity I stay with my family, they wasn't around, thought they abandoned me Do they love us like they say they do? Do they love me like they say they do? (Do they love me like they say they do?) Keepin' it real is the recipe I let the streets get the best of me Drug dealers tried to invest in me I know some people in desperate needs Gang hungry, I invest in we

Stayed in a home with no type of heat 9 to 5, I had checks a week My big bro had a block of cheese My shorty slide in SRT's Four-five Glock with extended wings They gon' slide when they off them beans I ain't gon' lie, I can't be no meme I still cry when I talk to OG I see him dead, that shit OC Two hundred grams and I send 'em OT Gotta watch niggas, they be police Rest in peace to Fredo, kill that lean A day with Booka in the trenches, Halloween They know that we 'bout it I know some niggas that doubted me Run up on me, boy I doubt it Who the fuck say that you family? I know one nigga, he started a war but he don't want no parts I know one nigga'll snake his family 'cause he ain't got no heart I know one nigga who'll come out a Cut' just 'cause he ain't have no car I know one nigga who'll sniff a perc just 'cause he ain't got no bars I know one nigga told me stop singin', told me put out them bars Why would I do that and that's one main reason I got these cars? Nowadays crazy They'll make you feel bad if you ain't got no job Nowadays crazy They don't teach you 'bout school, they'll teach you how to rob Yeah, turn up We ain't goin' back to be broke no more You my bro, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout a ho How you say you fam but you don't show no love? How you say you fam but you don't show no love? Don't want to be broke Back and forth 'bout a ho You don't show no love Family4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Spin, spin Southside in this muhfucka They gon' come down and do it all ATL Jacob They gon' turn back around too, they-they coming back around Atlanta to the Chi', all the way around Yeah Spin the block, spin it one more time (All the way, all the way) Got the drop on you, sittin' outside (Skrrt, skrrt) Me and Durkio go back to back (Back to back) Hangin' out the window, MAC to MAC (Brr) Spin the block, nigga, spin it one more time Unload that Glock, nigga, load that one more time Fuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more time (One more time) Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time (Let's get it) I'm a southside Englewood nigga with a check (Nigga with a check) How the fuck you into it with us and you ain't kill nobody yet? (Kill nobody yet) You was holdin' up diplomas, they was holdin' up a Tec (For real) While my 'migos drink Corona, we was pourin' up the Tech (Yeah) So don't ever front your move, 'cause Booka catch you through the back (Let's get it) Ain't no rumors for no stool, paperwork, we spittin' facts (Facts) And they goin' off my word, only time they give it back (Huh) And my brother lost that trial time, he tryna give it back (Gang) We be rollin' in the lobby, we be mixin' it with Fatz That's why they don't play with me 'cause I'm not friendly with the threats (Let's go) Only The Family in my eyes, I got it tatted on my neck (Let's get it) I just took a flight to Detroit, got some head playin' Dex (Osama) While my baby mamas trippin', think they made my life a wreck (Ooh) And they all thought I was tripping 'cause I said his ass a wreck (Ho) Why they steady askin' for cash and they know they ass in debt? (Let's get it) And that shit we did with 9, that shit first flight to the feds They wanna kill us (Kill us) Foenem geekin' off them dots, they wanna drill up (Drill up) I know some niggas payin' rent, doin' fill ups Before they talk to me, these niggas rather talk to pillows (Talk) We talkin' to these trenches, niggas act like they don't hear I throw my set up with that draco 'cause we bang These niggas mad, they turned to opps 'cause they can't hang (Facts) They tried to drag my name through mud 'cause they ain't gang (Facts) They say they family but they don't understand my pain (Facts) Told them old-heads, sit back, just don't get involved (Let's get it) And that dope they got ain't sellin', they brought fentanyl (Bought fentanyl) 23 and 1, no visits, I ain't get a call (I ain't get a call) Foenem put them beams on you, look like chicken pox (Look like cicken pox) And that gun I got, that shit don't even come in stocks (Brrah) And that nigga I call my plug, his shit don't come in rocks (Don't come in rocks) And I heard my ex-bitch out here bad, I heard she full of cocks (She full of cocks) And you'd think he fuck with Craig the way he flippin' cars (Brr) Ooh, ridin' 'round with your Draco (Ridin' 'round with a Draco) Ooh, ridin' 'round with your mask on (I'm ridin' 'round with my mask on) Ooh, ridin' 'round with your Glock out (I'm ridin' 'round with that Glock out) Ooh, shout-out niggas who gon' rock out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, I ride around with that Draco (Ridin' 'round with that Draco)

Ooh, I ride around with my mask on (With my mask on) Ooh, I ride around my check up ('Round that my check up) Ooh, I ride around with my mask on (Let's get it) Spin the block, spin it one more time (All the way, all the way) Got the drop on you, sittin' outside (Skrrt, skrrt) Me and Durkio go back to back (Back to back) Hangin' out the window, MAC to MAC (Brr) Spin the block, nigga, spin it one more time Unload that Glock, nigga, load that one more time Fuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more time Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time I'm a hot nigga, somethin' like Juvenile Hit the pot, nigga, hold the other side Off that block, where the shit get pop-popped Bullet brr, sprinkle, sprinkle, bodies drop, drop (Brr, brr) Every hour, there's a homicide (Brr, brr) Fuck them cowards, they can't come outside (Brr, brr) Soon as you up the tool, oh, ain't 'bout to let it fly (Brr, brr) Niggas get out of line, gotta let it die Spin the block and spin it one more time (Yeah, yeah, woo) Hit the top, hit it one more time (Woo, woo, let's go) Spin the block, spin it one more time (Woo) Drop the top, it's a Aston Martin (Drop that top) Ask my Zoe, he gon' ride or die Kick a door, we go eye for eye Split the goal, blood on your mind Aventador, I can touch the sky Out the dungeon, like no dragon fear Baby gangster, get it how you live RondoNumbaNine, get you out of here (Woo) I just turned the Gucci socks to a ski-mask I stopped drankin' for a month, then I relapsed Got my hood sewed up and I don't be there (I got dawgs) Bought some chains for my niggas, what they be 'bout Give a bitch 10 Gs when she leave out (Woo, woo) Catch the bullet from the stick, cut your sleeves out Going straight for the hit, then you ease out (Brr) Do a U-turn, hit 'em up, then speed off (Speed off) Ain't no lead, just somethin' to read 'bout Spin the block, spin it one more time Hit your block, say it's man down Hit his top, hit him one more time Spin the block, hit it one more time All the way, all the way4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz Hittaz, I call them hittaz Don't get hit up on the lam, that's 64th My niggas in it doing drills, I wake up early That's when they slippin' Say no lackin', that's when they lackin' I love that feel of niggas leaking These niggas cheesy, shoutout to Reese can't relate Fuck niggas they hate, hit 'em with that A or that Glock'a I'm on my block'a, FN go frr-aah That mini chopper, knock off his topper L'z up, don't pick no shells up That's that revolver, no face that means there's no case That mean no topper, L's up, don't pick no shells up That's that revolver, no face that means there's no case That mean no topper Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz OTF, I ride for them Angelo, I'd die for him 3hunnit, did time for them Fuck niggas, no time for them Catch a opp, make that 30 pop, eat that mind of his Free Rex, bro just doing that time for shit, that savage shit

I told my hittaz they get locked up then I got em Can't no nigga in the jam say I'm a liar Real nigga, I'm loyal when I'm grinding, I'mma start a riot These niggas hate me, ride into a AP Clips on KD, free Law, free T, white range like D These bitches love me, these niggas copy Throw them L'z up for them hittaz Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Turn Me Up Josh) (Young Cutta run it up) I be with demons, and yeah, I admit it Get too high, got to flush my kidneys Niggas be hoes, gotta mind my business Call from the feds, they'll run up your minutes Watch these hoes, they'll do it for image Fuck four hoes, tryna turn me to stripper I don't trust niggas, so I ride with my nickel Crushed up faces, bustdown emerald Can't trust twice 'cause it ain't that simple Ten toes down, I'll ride for my niggas When you ride through the 'Raq, gotta look at it through mirrors He got caught 'cause I know he didn't You know damn well you can't duck them switches You gotta shoot for it 'cause that bitch be glitchy I miss my dawg, gotta stay out my feelings Miss my dawg, gotta stay out my, yeah Love my block and I love my city, we call hoes eats Wake up late, mouth 50K, better brush your teeth I'ma say no when the nigga ask, I know he a leech Contract with the label, bitch, I'm able, I'm signed to the streets We ain't no goofies and I told Doody them pills be havin' me nervous Nigga had shot my brother, when it come to the money, my shorty be constantly purgin' Fuck my opps, we on his ass, catch 'em, blast, nobody nervous We on his ass, ain't no pass, foenem do him dirty I'm with the killers and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters I'm with the robbers and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters I give him a thirty, he pop out the car, he gettin' too anxious Won't give him no X when he got his gat 'cause shorty too dangerous And you can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot You better not slip, you better not trip Come out the cut and blick Them hoes left quick when I wasn't lit Now them hoes be on my dick I'm from the Lam', fuck 63rd, but that don't go for Hyp I'ma get that Lam' truck blue for sixty days, that shit for Nip And I don't even cheat on my bitch Them bitches be tweetin' like, "Lil Durk be cheatin'," like bitches don't be on my dick Why you be sneakin' and dissin' and pillowin'-talkin' when you with a bitch? It be the niggas I used to call brother, I call 'em and tell 'em, "Let's get it" Better ride with your blick, yeah And you can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Smoke opps out a Vega, 20 a show and the these niggas can't take us 40 Ruger leave a nigga with face lifts RIP Pluto me and him on a space ship Told Bentley to put me on the wait list I just copped me a chopper, that Nina my fragrance Roc gotta mop, he addicted to maintenance No barber, but bro Nem be taping Fly in that Bimmer with that steamer with K's I got the Ashton and I throw up the Tre I'm getting money, I'm stuck in my ways Bitch, you ain't me cause I gotta get paid Niggas be talking, got shooters like Ray Slide in the morning do a drill, no Sway Wanted his head gotta watch for the jakes Niggas they bitch, they'll chill for the cake But these bitch ass niggas so fake

These niggas be fake, gotta watch them I’m hot, so I know they plotting Go broke, have lil bro rob them That Nina my problem solver Man down, no shells, revolver At the top but I gotta go harder I like my lean a lil' darker Bullet holes same size as Ms. Parker My squad, they stay on dummy Get back if you ain’t gettin’ no money YSL got me straight stuntin I’m strapped, you tweak, I’m uppin' Cash out, make it back, it’s nothing Red spots on his face, no blushing These guns, they burning like Usher My shooters gonna score at the buzzer Niggas get clapped bout rap War time, no twitter but a nigga get clout Clout Boyz, beg for a diss to get clout Do a hit with 4-6, catch a opp then we out Ring cost 30, but the watch cost 50 Ask French, cause he got at the same place for like 50 Free 5, tryna give bro 5 thats 50 Then we slide wit the 50, free 9 no 50 And we cooling with foreign Bang Bro yo' bitch, no porn Just made a hundred off touring Free Rio, gave him 23 like jordan Twenty two shotz, plus one that's Jordan If you stupid, niggas mad cause we do this Lil Varney he a savage and he ruthless 3hunna OTF, that’s the movement Put a drum in a nickel Shootas on point, and they aiming official Blowing that tech like a ref with a whistle My niggas they thirsty, don't pick up your dribble Want war, we got missiles Squad so hungry they eating a grissle Bitch I'm the shit, I'm allergic to tissue We savage, not civil, get money no issue Only the family cause niggas ain't with you Feeling myself cause I copped a new pistol Aiki gon' blow, Rex toting on the low Bought a lens for the scope, guns cocked for a roach Take 'em down for the coke, Remy got it in his coat Pound and lean, roll the dope, these niggas don't tote Yall niggas won't blow, 400 for da goat Broke niggas do the most, stacking bread by the loaf Burning trees by da O, try to swim, and get soaked39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> A nigga talkin' 'bout a motherfucker can't use no tune Like a motherfucker ain't in these streets, on God Why you playin' with my shorty like he won't come up out that cut? Why you talkin' out your neck like he won't turn your ass to Runtz? They say why we ain't kill his ass? We was on his ass for a couple months You know Blow, his ass a smoker, he put three grams in a blunt Got a booster, she'll do it, I don't pay for Saint Laurent Ain't no peace treaty with the opps, don't call my phone 'cause I ain't the one How they give him 39 and he ain't get caught up with no gun? Ain't no pass, we on your ass, don't get caught up with your son It's one opp that we ain't blast, after him, it ain't no fun How you say your ass the man and you ain't give your block no guns? Man, you know his ass a rat, how he get out in a month? Why you actin' like a bitch? Nigga, you should've been a punk We gon' catch you lackin', off them pills, wearin' them glasses We gon' hit your blindside, foenem hit you nine times I send hits through Cash App, I'm on the 6 with Badazz On that car if he back back, fuck my opps, I'm Die Y Why you walk like that? (He told) Why you talk like that? (He told) Why you move like that? (Let's get it) Why you shoot like that? (He old) Why you lack like that? (Yeah) Why you act like that? (Let's get it) Why you fu' like that? (Why you fu'?) You make the news like that (Yeah) See, I ain't built like that (Let's go) Bitch, you get killed like that (Let's go) My pockets gettin' big (Let's get it) Like Uncle Phil in there (Uncle Phil in there) Who got the pills in there? (Who got them pills in there?) Take off your heels in here (Take off your heels in here) It's gon' get real in here (On God) So don't get killed in here (Let's get it) I got my pipe in here, I won't think twice in here I'm shootin' everybody, even the... OT, I fly you here, what size shoe you wear? Must be the pills talkin', can't lie, I'm high as hell

Where I'm from, you better not tell, where I'm from, it's dead or jail Where I'm from, it's on that car, and watch out, there go 12 Where I'm from, it's hit or miss, and he got hit, he quit Where I'm from, you lookin' stiff, then put him in a zip Where I'm from, we smokin' him, that Tooka, man, be chokin' him These hoes ain't shit, gang, I'm fuckin' her, she posting him She made a paragraph, she talkin' 'bout she was close to him Hoes ain't shit, her baby daddy, she killed both of them Why you walk like that? Why you talk like that? (He told) Why you move like that? (Let's get it) Why you shoot like that? (He old) Why you lack like that? (Yeah) Why you act like that? (Let's get it) Why you fu' like that? (Why you fu'?) You make the news like that (Yeah) See, I ain't built like that (Let's go) Bitch, you get killed like that (Let's go) My pockets gettin' big (Let's get it) Like Uncle Phil in there (Uncle Phil in there) Who got the pills in there? (Who got them pills in there?) Take off your heels in here (Take off your heels in here) It's gon' get real in here (On God) So don't get killed in here (Let's get it)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Ayy, pull up, Lam) (2Ezzy on some other shit) I'm poppin' a seal in Barneys I'm signin' a deal with a Sharpie I went to sleep smokin' on a Backwood and I'm burnin' the carpet I grew up in vacant apartments They pressin' up pills, retarded They don't even care if niggas steady dyin' from it, they just floodin' the market Off them drugs, I nodded I'm with the killers regardless Don't ask me why I got a gun on me 'cause these niggas be killin' the artists I fell in love with a darlin' They steady bringin' up charges I went to sleep with my anklе monitor goin' dead and I forgot to charge it He comе from the streets, the darkest (Yeah) Every day sleep with a Barbie (Yeah) He out of my life, he tardy (Yeah) Niggas gon' shoot, we ain't arguin' (Yeah) How you get killed when you partyin'? (Yeah) The streets and the bitches my audience (Yeah) Look at my diamonds, they ornaments (Yeah) We turn a killin' to tournament (Yeah) We get a revenge, it's glorious (Yeah) The two F&N's, I ordered it (Yeah) I'm lovin' that Urus, I ordered it (Yeah) She suckin' my dick, I'm recordin' it (Yeah) The police, they call him notorious (Yeah) He did a line early (Yeah) I wasn't buyin' jewelry (Yeah) How I'ma bribe the jury? (Yeah) I live in designer stores (Yeah) I drink outta Styrofoam (Yeah) He takin' them Percocets (Yeah) I hate that he died alone (Yeah) I'm leavin' them snakes alone (Yeah) I'm leavin' them fakes alone (Yeah) The homicides gettin' solved (Yeah) I'm leavin' them jakes alone (Yeah) Cut my homie off (Yeah) He a custo (Yeah) If I go broke (Yeah) Turnin' cutthroat (Yeah) We don't cut dope (Yeah) Can't save a slut, though (Yeah) He got two headshots (Yeah) What he got rushed for? (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yea, let's get it You niggas talk like big niggas These niggas ain't done shit Free my niggas Yeeeaaaah Tweak with my squad I move if you tweak with my squad Don't tweak with my squad Lil nigga, lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga Let's get it! It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga

Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga Your niggas wanna tweak with my niggas I'm a dog, I'ma eat with my niggas Twitter beefing, that ain't me lil nigga Location on and we can meet lil nigga Wifey holding down the street with my niggas My gang claim three lil nigga All this shit, that ain't me lil nigga Got killers, every gang with me lil nigga War time, shooters that's four-nine Put a murder on bro that's more time Up mine, I'ma shoot thirty four time Or nah, cook a brick or nah? Nigga say he ain't snitching but I know he lying Lil nigga, lil nigga Get money, get bigger Them niggas ain't with ya' Talk loud and get switched lil nigga And we big niggas, and I lost a lot of shit, nigga (Let's get it) Sip lean, get the kick, lil nigga Who you with lil nigga? Where you from? You can't flip lil niggas And we the shit lil niggas I'm gone, how they sick lil niggas And your Rolex tick lil nigga Where you from? You ain't from where I from lil nigga It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga You a lil nigga and I'm a big dog (huh?) You can die quick, nigga, only one call I'm at the top and I'm never gone fall Hundred round, make it clap like an applause I pull up with Durk, hop out the vert (skrr, skrr) (Braw Kraw!) six feet under the dirt My diamonds is watery, you can come surf (water) My plug is an alien not from this Earth I had a dream like Mr. King (dream) Geekin', I need some Visine Gettin' money, runnin' all in my jeans (money) Back in the day used to serve all the fiends (back Pimp C) Actavis, I need lean (drink) Porsche Panoramic, Forgiatos on the feet (panorama) Young Rich Nigga, you ain't seen what I seen (no) I used to trap mid as a teen (I did) You niggas be copyin' my swag, you a clone (copy me) Giuseppe steppin', ain't no Foams (Giuseppe me) My bitch just landed here from Rome (bad) Hop in the 'Rari, we gone (skrr, skrr) It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga You know I'm gettin' money, I pull up in foreigns, I jump out with shooters He talk about robbin', we lay in his yard and bust his medula (we bustin' his head) A million a day, when I'm in the trap I feel like Frank Lucas (I'm feelin' like him) I iced out the Rollies, and stepped out the place, I only eat sushi You know what I'm sippin', you know what I'm grippin' (you know what's on call) I'm all on that, boss niggas got passes I know that they crippin' (you know what I'm crippin') Give 'em the fork and give 'em the bowl, I know they ain't whippin' (I know they ain't in the pot) Durk he flew in, I brought him to the trap and showed him my vision (I showed him what's up) My shooters no clubbin' (my shooters no clubbin') My shooters straight thuggin' (they thuggin' forreal) Your shooters, they bluffin' They go the feds and give 'em discussions (they give 'em discussions) Whip it up, whip it up, baby I'm up in the bowl (I'm up in the bowl) Back then, show money on your head, he dead on the stove (he dead on the stove)

It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga None of my niggas is innocent (nah) None of my niggas is witness I pull up, unload the extensions Walk in the trap and see pigeons Birds (birds) Migos, Lil Durk, Cash Out on the curb Skippa Da Flippa itching for body, give him the word Bet you won't bust a move All my niggas got choppers, they'll damage you Bet you won't bust a move Have a nigga floatin' in the Chattahoochee river, fool She cook it so fancy (whip, whip) You niggas can't stand it (ha) When I whip it, the J's they love it I'm cooking a brick and they call me McLuvin' Trap or die nigga, no Jeezy, corporate thuggin' All of my niggas got gas and dirty sticks all out in public My cup is so dirty, I'm drinkin' on Ruxman (lean, lean, dirty) You niggas is soft, lookin' like Telletub-man It look bad for a nigga, funeral setup, I be all sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> 0 to 300I lost Nuski & Rondo to some bitch niggas Turn 0 to 300, hit the switch nigga And my circle no squares so you dont fit nigga Draft day with my shooters so who you pick nigga Heard some rappers from my way, they got they chain snatched Tryna pay my nigga Top to get they chain back Police rappin from my way had to explain that Name all in them papers boy explain that Opps all on my dick, want me to tweet 'em back I can't tweet 'bout violence, be on the news at 9 Tell Lil Jojo no CLOUT, man he in snoozin now You feed a nigga you just mad you gotta move around Oh Lord, I called Zu with that pipe, he like O Dawg And it's a glo in my city, we dont know yall They killed my blood cousin Nuski, I'ma show yall 50k we watch the squad news post 50 commas you end up Zeko, dead man Arm, Leg, Egg, Chest, we talkin head man Caught my daddy with 8 mil he in the feds man We catch a snitch then he a dead man Try to give me probation, I'll take it any day I dont smoke or drink anyway I pick LeBron over Tony Parker thats any day I pick a srt8 over a foreign thats any day My nigga laughin, i be specific now We cut 'em loose now we ain't pillow talkin to bitches now I never heard a story about him really gettin down (what he do?) heard he got a rapper for the low with em now 2 for 5, I gotta chill shit Thinkin' bout my bro I wanna kill shit At least I ain't lying I keep it real bitch Shoutout Keke Palmer she a real bitch Oh Lord, shoutout to them O Boys These pussy niggas makin no noise I'm from Chiraq, Drillinois So kill the noise I'ma tell em like- Ohhh I was in LA, Game wanted a hook nigga Menace he my witness want that look nigga Tyga went to go pay 'em I think he shook nigga Yeah come to Chicago and meet that Wuk nigga Or that Count nigga, or that last nigga Or that Twin nigga, Bump he in the feds nigga How you gon dickride the block then get a pass nigga? I see you in LA you ain't get no pass now87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (ATL Jacob) On my son this shit was a freestyle, you know what I'm sayin'?

I just, when this muthafucka spoke to my mind, so if I ain't say yo name just know I love y'all for sure, you know what I'm sayin' No hard feelings you feel me? Late night sleepin' through the gunshots (Yeah) Yeah, police sirens that shit everywhere No one to blame 'cause ain't no victim there (Victim cares) Can't get no justice 'cause no one cares (No one cares) All I had was all the trappers All I had was all the trappers All I had was all the rap niggas that's hood tryin' come up All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah) All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah) Neighborhood hero Fell out with my main nigga, yeah I thought that really loved me Shout-out to my nigga Varney but you know that's that nigga brother Rex that's my dawg forever, never undercover (No, no) And these bitches wanna fuck and suck on us, but we'll never love 'em yeah (Get back) Randy always got the weed, yeah yeah yeah Ikey off the flats t’d, yeah, yeah, yeah And you know what Twin doin' ridin' around with that 100 shots (Brrrr) On that 20 block perimeter tryna look for opps (Where you at?) No tellin' what Jason and Dthang doin', they probably with thots (Eaters) Can't mention none of my old homies, they party with opps (Bitches) Catch Hypno on Damen he ridin' with mops (Gang, gang) Even though that nigga gangsta, he ride with us (Gang, gang) Tory he from Canada, Doodie from Kankakee (Forreal, forreal) We did shit with the whole Lam, but they secret safe with me Chubbz and OJ leave you slumped if you play with me (Forreal, forreal) I can't tell you foe'nem name but they play with C (Shh) I'd say fuck rap and shoot a nigga dead if they play with Steve (Brrrr) Gotta keep it low, shout-out Boonie Mo but he play with keys (He do) Bitch skin yellow he drugged as hell off the rim thang GL and Mayski puttin' on all black just to get that rent paid (Gang, gang) Me and D-Town ain't seein' eye-to-eye but I love them boys (My brothers) They saved my life and they don't know that's why I love them for it (My brothers) I love O'Block we had some words that shit like tug of war (My niggas) That shit went far but not that far them boys my brothers boy (On God) Heard some shit with THF but I don't believe the rumors (My niggas) Them my real brothers so we cannot get into it (My shooters) That shit what Top and 'em did just forget 'em for it You know we gang-gang, gang-gang, 300, Glory Boyz (3Hunna) 300 two times my 600s (600) A show or not a show for sure for sure them boys is comin' (Forreal, forreal) Rondo caught a case, Zoo caught a case (Facts) I had caught a case, Dede caught a case (Facts) We couldn't get out at once that shit lame (Facts) They say I left them in that jail hangin' that shit pain (False) Like that hurt my feelings (Yeah, yeah), I know that hurt you nigga (That hurt you) Night time made you go in the crib like a curfew nigga What's crazy Baby D you think I hurt you nigga (That shit crazy) Ain't gon' talk about my past relation but you hurt your nigga (Bitch) Dogg Pound took me in when I had no one nigga (No one nigga) We go way back, way way back we had no guns with us (Young niggas) Murdertown gang gang they was turnt up with us (My niggas) Man Jane, E Rob, Tyson, Smooth know what it is (Forreal, forreal) Lil Law daughter, Lil Charles son, I love them kids (I love them kids) And I gave them what they want when no one did (When no did) Three boys, two daughters, I love all my kids (On God) I heard rumors they not mine but I know my kids (Let's get it) Now I'ma talk to the streets as I always talked to the dead (Talk to dead) How you a killer and a snitch? You threw in the flag (Damn) Reese Money, Fredo, SD Rondo, L'A, Nuski, Booka, Chief Keef (Yeah, yeah) Take it back to 2012 when we had a bond (Had a bond) When the whole gang had deals and we had fun (Had fun) Rell that's my brother like my dad's son (My dad's son) I ain't never got no abortion case say on my dead son (No, no) I fuck with the Ts, 4s, GDs, BDs, Moes (Gang, gang) Fuck with the kings, souls, mafias, and all the cobras All the upcoming rappers I salute ya Don't get in my way tryna get some fame I'll shoot ya (Bang!) I'll take off these Gucci loafers and suit up (Turn up) Pop me a Percocet might leave y'all boot up Boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> OTF them my niggas TTE them my niggas THF them my niggas Dog Pound them my niggas EBK them my niggas Westside 300 them my niggas Chiraq them my niggas Oblock them my niggas Lowend them my niggas 100 them my niggas 600 them my niggas

Riding around with that tool So I'm cool And I keep them Normal killers They come and kill you Yeah them My niggas Get poked for your figures And then forget you Yeah them My niggas Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (you know) Summertime pop out them killas Hop out if we see them niggas Tryna tell em I got my city Wherever I go they go Wherever I point they blow That bitch wanna play that role See the gang on the camera roll She going Free bro, free bands we got it They took J-Money, he was savage You could fuck a opp, hoes be wildin' Nighttime by the lake with them cannons I told them when I got on They'll go every step I make I swear every breathe I take We going, we going Remember I ain't have no gucci Remember I ain't have no Louis Remember I ain't have no groupies All my niggas shooters All my niggas ruthless All my niggas wilding All my niggas violent And they kill for me Lets get it Riding around with that tool So I'm cool And I keep them Normal killers They come and kill you Yeah them My niggas Get poked for your figures And then forget you Yeah them My niggas Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (you know) We leaning, we smoking, we rolling We on it, we toting No phony broke niggas No money, whatever I'm on they on They ride through right and wrong For a price they get 'em gone Never fall out for these bitches My nigga, I love my niggas My niggas was in them trenches Now all my niggas in Benz' Still got niggas cuz I ain't get a sentence They industry, I'm in the streets Niggas acting street be killin me And a lot of my niggas is killas Fuck yo niggas, I love my niggas And they ride through whatever Fuck yo niggas, I love my niggas And they ride through whatever Riding around with that tool So I'm cool And I keep them Normal killers They come and kill you Yeah them My niggas Get poked for your figures And then forget you Yeah them My niggas Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go)

Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (you know)22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, man, it's Nine, man, live from the trenches, man Happenin'  with my boy Durkio, man He  the soul of the streets, man, I'm the voice of the streets, man I'll be back out there going crazy Bro was there when wasn't nobody there, man You  know, payin' lawyer fees, you know, sending bread, whatever, on bro Holding  a motherfucker down, man, doing his thing for me All you fu' ass niggas out there snaked out, man, on some fake shit, man Remember  all the real niggas Showed love, man, stayed down, shout out to real niggas, man Y'all know I'm on my OTF shit, man, on go They told me don't die young because I'm talented You  really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Varney stand on it I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain, just know you would die with it When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did You say this brother shit fell off, it did (Turn up) I'm the brains and you the muscle, that's Varney still And niggas really speak they mind off them Perky pills They left me hanging and left me abandoned, that shit hurt me still We fell off and it was a shootout, and I think they'll murk me still In the studio smoking exotic, comin' up with new bars I tried to stop it, I tried to stop it, that shit too far Been around with my brothers, you give me endurance, I ride with two Glocks And I'm thinking 'bout getting insurance, tryna do me like 2Pac Ooh, it hurt my soul Who gon' ride with you 'til the end? Then again, you gotta watch out for your friends They disrespect me on the 'net, don't pay it no 'ttention They told me don't die young because I'm talented You really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Varney stand on it I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain, just know you would die with it When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did You say this brother shit fell off, it did (Turn up) Gotta be a snake to hang around you snakes Boona gon' be straight, you know that's my lil' ace If you play with my name, the streets gon' give you a taste Just signed my deal with Bel-Air, fuck around and give you a case Niggas low-key Chuck E. Cheese, tryna give you a case A lot of pussies in these streets and I'll never embrace You talking like you an OG and you can't get replaced They wanna see your face in the casket, I told 'em leave your face And I be thinkin' about my dawg until them Runtz gone Until a nigga shoot that dome, it won't be much long It's not a letter to the streets, it's just a love song Lost Baby D to these streets, can't believe my cuz gone They told me don't die young because I'm talented You really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Varney stand on it I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain, just know you would die with it When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did You say this brother shit fell off, it did (Turn up) Let's get it DJ on the beat, so it's a banger1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Oh! These niggas ain't gangstas Stay tryna take my lil homie off the streets huh Free 'Nine bitch! We still got real niggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?) Where you from nigga? Free the guys man, you ain't from where we from I told my niggas we gon' make it man It's a fucking movement man We a fucking family, we ain't a gang OTF (Squad) These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitches Go and tell to the piggies I'm tryna get riches, and stay on that business Free bro, niggas snitching My case almost over, you lucky one pending I put 2 in his lemon, this 4-5 a lemon Extended clip for his niggas And he ain't shit to his niggas

We don't hesitate, from DeeDee and BayBay just know that the opps ain't never safe Load up the Glock, and reload the 8 Do a drill on the op, no clones I see dots ACG's, Free the Guys shirt, and one pair of rocks I'm on the block Hope my tape don't flop, and it go gold when it drop I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies, and we risking indictment Just to get flier than a first class ticket, United 300, O'block Murder murder, kill kill, in the jam I'll never squeal My label only time I deal I fuck with G's, B's, Moes, Kings, Snakes, 4's and the niggas under Neal Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel Dreaming 'bout 100 mil, step on that curb with 100 pills Western Union money to bro and them, in the cell doing 20 years And I lost a couple of these niggas, and they ain't never seen 20 years, oh Bro died when I was out of town, shit happened I’m not around Slide through every opp block and we up shots till they not around What's up with this twitter beef? Thought we was keepin' it in the streets? They mad I'm in the winner seat, from the summer time 'till winter breeze And choppa squeeze, bitch go blaat, blaat, blaat! I ain't even gotta rap, (rap, rap) Rex nem in the trap (trap, trap) One time no light bulb, bro n em got a lamp, (lamp, lamp) Where you from you ain't stamped (stamp, stamp) Niggas know we the champ (champ, champ) Got niggas sneak dissin', it ain't rap Make a real nigga gotta spit facts Got some niggas saying keep it only rap That's how these old niggas stay on the map Headshot, we ain't getting into that Niggas tellin' hands full of pens and pads Grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an Audi Fuck a nigga doubt me All on my dick when they see me Knowing this bitch wanna be me Hell yea you can die over a retweet I'm grabbing my pole on mimi I can't see a nigga like Stevie I won't tell, I'll take me a BG Let's get it! GANG!27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (TK Kravitz) Baby, you know how I'm coming I came up from nothing That's why I can't fuck with you niggas who be fronting If you my dawg, you my dawg for real, for you I kill If I got it then you got it too, that's the deal Just don't change on me, my nigga My life can't get no bigger I became a big spender But you still don't get the picture That money don't mean shit to me That money don't mean shit to me I notice everybody love you when you got something to give (Everybody, I'm talking everybody) But what if I ain't have it? Would you still be my rib? (My rib!) If I didn't have nothing to give What if I ain't have nothing to give? What if I ain't have nothing to give? I lost so many niggas, I dropped a tear about 'em We drop couple of their niggas, you don't hear about it I tell my niggas I love them to death, that's on my dead body I don't wanna give up my life to anybody Think they finessing, Durk will not help 'em out 'Cause I want they ass to win and take a better route Wish Law ain't take that fifteen, he ain't settle well They get 'em off the street, they had to set 'em down I notice everybody love you when you got something to give (Everybody, I'm talking everybody) But what if I ain't have it? Would you still be my rib? (My rib!) If I didn't have nothing to give What if I ain't have nothing to give? What if I ain't have nothing to give? My momma said I don't love nobody but codeine Trapping like a fool 'til my pockets obese Real copped to ten murders, on the police Gave him twenty years, still send him money every week I feel like, we don't work, we don't care, we don't never speak Told my team, "Need plaques," so I don't never sleep I'm forever real, I'm from the mud, believe Can't struggle when I'm rich, I had to go and cheat I notice everybody love you when you got something to give (Everybody, I'm talking everybody) But what if I ain't have it? Would you still be my rib? (My rib!)

If I didn't have nothing to give What if I ain't have nothing to give? What if I ain't have nothing to give? What if I ain't have nothing to give? What if I ain't have nothing to give?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DY Krazy Let's get it Man, give that boy this message (Let's get it), can't wait 'til foenem catch him (Yeah) Keep callin' me a rapper, I might be the one to stretch you (Might be the one to stretch you) He claimin' that he gang, the only reason foenem loved him (Let's get it) I told him he a bitch, he ain't on shit, he nothin' special (What?) I just brought four Strikers (Strikers), foenem and them desperate (Let's go) But I just took the keys 'cause foenem arguin' over Tesla Why you think that he gon' ride for you? He gon' do what I tell him (Gang) I don't stop at red lights anyway, it's green light when they catch you (Yeah, yeah) Grab that TEC, nah, ayy (Let's get it), grab that MAC, ayy Talkin' behind my back, nah, nigga (Let's get it), he a rat, yeah Tweakin' on that 'net, yeah, turn you to a pack, yeah Turn up in that 'Cat, yeah, that .40 Glock my gat, yeah (Brrah) Von pass that strap, yeah, take who chain? That's cap, yeah That rap money in the trap, yeah, play with me, get clapped, yeah Pussy (Bitch) Hello? Yeah, your bitch ass Man, you know what the fuck it is, man OTF and 300 y'all can't touch these, boy Man, get your bitch ass outta here, nigga You know what the fuck it is with us, nigga You a ho Yeah, so you tough, huh? (Let's go) You ain't get enough, huh? Treat you like you Krump, huh? (Dope) Oh, you think you turnt, huh? Come out cuts and dump some Like my cash in lump sums, niggas don't want these problems She put coca on her gums, switches on our guns We can't go for none', bitch, I put that on my son Why you shoot him in his back? 'Cause that pussy tried to run Get your hand out your pocket 'cause I know it ain't no gun Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh? Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh? Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh? Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh? Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh? Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh? Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh? Oh, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh?3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) Put my dick in her oven, mmm Loyal to my bitch, won't put my dick in her buddy, hmm She done flew to Florida with all her buddies, mmm Fell out, she stopped texting me all of the sudden, hmm She text me, say I'm embarrassing her in public, hmm I can't lie, I thought 'bout you in customs, hmm She fell in love with me, not my money, hmm She tell me keep going when she cummin', hmm I'm tryna put a boy in her tummy, hmm Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Don't talk about bitches in my past, you know that pussy old You can go out of town for a hundred days, I know that pussy closed You ain't gon' play, you gon' bring my drugs, make sure that Cookie rolled Come around my dawgs, ain't tryna kick it or playin' that sister role Even on bad terms, ain't no givin' out information They ask me somethin', I won't respond, that shit verification You get mad when I'm nonchalant 'cause I don't be thinking it's major They be mad I'm nonchalant 'cause I don't respond some haters Woo, yeah When you put numbers on true love, you can't fake the amount And I'm worldwide with who I love, this not a fake account I cover your mouth when we fuck 'cause you hate to shout, mmm, mmm Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah) Yeah, yeah, woah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Real shit, shout out to my squad This ain't for no fuck niggas, ya hear me? (L's) I tell em like.. (L's) Times ain't the same I seen, real niggas change I seen, solid niggas fold I'm talking about, snitching on they main I gotta, duck from this pressure And be re-leased from this pain But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame) Times ain't the same I seen, real niggas change I seen, solid niggas fold I'm talking about, snitching on they main I gotta, duck from this pressure And be re-leased from this pain But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame) Everyday I wake up, I gotta take a breath Gotta get right before a nigga try to leave me left Momma need help, got a new baby Nigga try to rob me, run up on me, nigga must be crazy Shit ain't right, but I gotta get real I hope folks come back from the pill I don't smoke or drink, and I don't pop pills I'm just high off life Can't trust a soul, so pussy nigga get up off And I keep my pole, so pussy nigga get up off Cause shit ain't the same, I can't trust a soul Cause shit ain't the same, shit ain't the same Times ain't the same I seen, real niggas change I seen, solid niggas fold I'm talking about, snitching on they main I gotta, duck from this pressure And be re-leased from this pain But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame) Times ain't the same I seen, real niggas change I seen, solid niggas fold I'm talking about, snitching on they main I gotta, duck from this pressure And be re-leased from this pain But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame) Niggas want me dead, I can't go And I'm that nigga, they know I'm from the real streets, and I call it the Lam No thanksgiving, but I'mma go ham Free my nigga Jam, get him out the jam Free Boona, cause he gon blam And I'm beefing with the opps, they'll get shot Turn up And I tell em' my team, they'll nail em' And my niggas can't tell under pressure For them saying they real, I can't feel em' I'm just tryna eat and see millions Cause shit ain't the same, I can't trust a soul Cause shit ain't the same And I tell em' like Times ain't the same I seen, real niggas change I seen, solid niggas fold I'm talking about, snitching on they main I gotta, duck from this pressure And be re-leased from this pain But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame) Times ain't the same I seen, real niggas change I seen, solid niggas fold I'm talking about, snitching on they main I gotta, duck from this pressure And be re-leased from this pain But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Jahlil Beats Uh When I made it rich, I went and bought a Bentley, bitch (Bitch) Walk into Saks Fifth like, "give me that and give me this" (Gimme that) That's your Wednesday crush, you know Lil' Fish done hit that shit, uh (Shit) You ain't gotta tell me, I know niggas envious, uh (Hey)

Count the cash while my lil' bitch bounce her ass (Bounce that ass) Richard Mille cost 150, that's your stash (That's your stash) Poppin' shit on Instagram, that's your past (That's your what) When we catch you out in traffic, just don't crash (Brr, brr, brr) I got a bag, I'm doin' the most, you niggas lamb, I am the GOAT They wanted gas, I'm givin' 'em smoke, jump off the jet, get on the boat I'm in a yacht, I'm with a thot, she givin' me throat, aw, shit Cut off the top, Rolls Royce drop, I get ghost, skrt Pull up in a "what the fuck was that?", ho (That, ho) We still throwin' supermodels off the back, bro (Back, bro) Alley-oop my bitch to Harden, I give her back, bro (Back, bro) And you better not send my bitch back with her back broke (Back broke, gang) First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin' off the X When I'm gone off these drugs, I don't think about my ex And I ain't know that ho for long, she asked for Audemars Piguet Oh, you want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you're think you're bougie, huh? And you don't want no Fashion Nova, you want some Gucci, huh? And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you fucked And why she think she playin' me? this shit be groupie love Oh, I think I'm bougie Mike Amiri jeans cost me two Gs I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys Oh, I think I'm bougie Came a long way from the trenches, ridin' CTA From the chopper to the jet, it look like GTA And they say I won't be shit, ain't make my GPA And I heard his ass a rat, I'm sippin' T-E-A (Oh) I thought you was my B-O-Y, but your ass D-E-A I used to walk with a .22 inside my Kenzo Paperwork came back too dirty, gotta keep your head low If he too loud and he too wild, then he get paid for (Oh) I know some niggas that take your head off for that bankroll Lawyer money up to my dogs, then it's case closed Boy, you just start sippin', we sold him Karo I popped some X, I was geekin', I DMd J. Lo (Oh) Jimmy Kimmel in Chicago, pull up, late shows They put Lil' Vernie in that chair, you know he ate those Niggas jumpin' dick to dick, man, I hate those I remember I put a dime inside a Faygo First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin' off the X When I'm gone off these drugs, I don't think about my ex And I ain't know that ho for long, she asked for Audemars Piguet Oh, you want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you're think you're bougie, huh? And you don't want no Fashion Nova, you want some Gucci, huh? And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you fucked And why she think she playin' me? This shit be groupie love Oh, I think I'm bougie Mike Amiri jeans cost me two Gs I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys Oh, I think I'm bougie4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Tryna get a check, they was procrastinatin' I stay around killers, I stay around robbers, they keepin' me motivated My brother was droppin' me off with my blick, he know I'm intoxicated I'm goin' to give DeDe his bond tonight, DA want him incarcerated I told him I ain't make it just because I'm hot, I gotta get nominated I gotta go turn up and get me a check and I can't keep my mama waitin' I put my Perc' in my lean, but I wasn't sharin' lean Twenty-one hundred on jeans, but I was sharin' jeans Feds come, hide in closet Car stopped, stash the Masi' They talk bad about me They say I'm 'Luminati They say don't talk to the jails He ain't buy no guns through Zelle He ain't send no pounds through mail He don't be on the block for real Fuck him, he gon' die for real Low-key, he a clown for real He don't do for his guys for real He stay out of town for real What he do in his raps, he lyin' He doin' shows, no time to kill I love them deep, they turned they back on me, them signs for real Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up Think what you want, I know they do not fuck with us I made "Dis Ain't What U Want," I brought the block He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up They don't fuck with you for real (I know) They don't love you for real (I know) They don't appreciate your skills (I know) They do not care if you die or live, ooh Knowin' your vibes be fake and crazy, that's why, me, I keep it the realest Niggas did somethin' to you, you ain't did shit back, but you 'posed to be one of them killers You be the one who be sleep on the block in the car with the Glock, but you a gorilla

I give 'em money to handle they business, they spinnin' the block back to back like a Triller 'Posed to be gang, they say that I changed, they makin' me mad, I'ma tell 'em I didn't I'm talkin' the worst way, I helped niggas out on they birthday We shouldn't've been cool in the first place Always support at your court date Sneak up on opps, make 'em urinate Sleep in the traps 'til our shirts stink Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up Think what you want, I know they do not fuck with us I made "Dis Ain't What U Want," I brought the block He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up They don't fuck with you for real (I know) They don't love you for real (I know) They don't appreciate your skills (I know) They do not care if you die or live, ooh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ay, I'm back on that '07 shit, ya hear me I think I'm the only nigga that can turn opps to fans, ya hear me Free 9 Me and Nuski swagged up in grad school Remember when the homicide grabbed you Boogieman had the trap like a drive thru The coke is goin' quick like it's fast food Booka told me D-rose lost his 9-1 Appeal money for them killas when that time come Sneak dissin' what these goofy niggas dyin' from One call I'll make my TV it'll slide up I press 1JB 'cause Zoo was callin' I press 7 'cause these goofys callin' (Let's get it!) I fucked yo' bitch and took her Louis shoppin' (Ain't nothin'!) Fucked yo' bitch and took her Louis shoppin' I beat my case I keep my pistol on me (Let's get it, L's) This nigga 'pose to been my man but he was snitchin' on me And everytime he came around I was grippin' on it Like fuck yo life I won't think twice and I'll blink you homie We’ll turn your IG to an obituary I just took couple of yo homies to a cemetery (Let's get it!) And you know we did it you ain't did nothin' (Bitch) DD in the jam and he ain't said nothin' (Let's get it, L's) Can't name a fucking nigga that I ran from Just made 60 thousand off a Samsung Just put a couple bodies on my damn gun (grrah!) And we carry draco's like they hand guns Bitches want this glo', wanna be famous Cummed inside her mouth I make her taste dick (Eater) Them skinny bitches whine I make em' take dick Might fuck her in the butt so she can stay thick I lost my niggas to this shit that's why I'm solo homie (gang) Uptown Miami hood and I was dolo homie The streets will pull you back and forth like yo-yo homie Like we ain't kill your mans and I don't know your homie I can hear Nuski calling I can hear Yuyu calling (Chino) I can hear L'A calling Yeah, I can hear Pluto calling I can hear Iris calling I can hear J-Money calling And I can hear O' calling Yea I can hear Moe calling I was staying in Chicago cause I had to (Lets Get It! Ls) Probation for my pistol it was bad news All these niggas tried to diss me cause they had to (Gang) Even if I was with my kids, know I had to I got better fans I got better thoughts Like shout out to them killas who was never caught Niggas screaming gang gang yea they hella soft I seen that shit happened thats a gimmick nigga (Fraud) A hunnid for my jewelry for my image nigga (Lets get It) In the field with my killas playing scrimmage nigga That Timmy Turner won't none to my Timmy nigga Tim-Tim kept a fifty in the city nigga Niggas opps to me I use to hang with (Bitch) Now they want me dead on some fame shit (Bitch) Or they want some peace but thats the same shit And they call them people that's the same shit (Gang!)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Tahj Money Ayy, pull up, Lam I fucked up so many times, would you bless me again? You went through what I went through, you would feel desperate to win You got statements on your dog, you a threat with the pen Couple nights, I wrote strike 'cause they was changing the VIN And I drink a ginger ale, that’s what I take with my ten I say this one last time then I'll take it again Is you with me or you not but ain't gon’ say it again Get a second chance with promises, don't break it again, oh I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy

I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanyе crazy Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, goin’ Kanye crazy You ain’t got thе answers, Sway I be claimin' I’m the realest like any other day The feds got him wearing a camera inside his Cartier Tryna not to bring up shit you did, you gotta concentrate They don't be thinkin' bout handcuffs no more, they tryna kill me I won't put my trust in you no more, you gotta feel me Bringin’ all my K's, I had to seal it Kanye crazy but this the real me I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, goin' Kanye crazy7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Woo, woo, woo Geraldo  Live on the track Yeah  I don't be slidin' through no blocks, I be slippin' by (Skrrt, skrrt) How you fuckin' the same niggas that done killed the guys? And  you tried to suck my dick, called me a lie I  don't give your ass no cash, I just get you high You a Thotiana, huh? How  you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car And you be fuckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You  ain't got it, huh? (Bitch) Ho, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) Broke bitch, huh (She a eater) You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) Bitch (Yeah) Bitch, you weak, your ass a L, huh? (Let's get it, yeah) Quiet as kept, you fuck with them real, huh? (Yeah) I heard you fuckin' through your Zelle, huh? You fuckin' on a nigga that killed my mans, huh? (Bitch) Ayy, tell your man stay out my business, man Put that bag on his head, I'm a businessman (Damn) When I say it, niggas hop inside that minivan (Skrrt) Ayy, kill him dead, off them Perkys sayin' anything (Damn) Think you scared Boona out that jam, he did eight, free the rest Nigga caught me, tried to blick me down but he ain't catch Same nigga say that he gon' kill me, now he stretched Same nigga say he killed my homie, said I'm next Same bitch said she sucked my dick in LAX I told her... You a Thotiana, huh? How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car And you be fuckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch) Ho, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) Broke bitch, huh (She a eater) You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater) Bitch, how you braggin' on them niggas that kill shit (You a ho) Why you braggin' on that nigga? He a real bitch (You know) Bitch, you broke, ho (Let's get it) Fuck this, man, your ass ain't shit, you broke the bro code Dissin' on my cousins in your song, that leave you, ayy (Skrrt) Huffin', plugs be real puffin' Foenem comin' out that cut, niggas still scuffin', ayy These niggas still bluffin', ayy Put that gun down, you ain't gon' kill nothin' (Grrah) Booster-ass bitch, you tryna steal somethin' I got tatted off this Perk and I ain't feel nothin' (Grrah) Ayy, on that car, he can't run 'cause he ain't that far Like that Glock 'cause it go blah Blah-blah We gon' pop up, off that dot dot She a thot-thot, she a thot-thot You a Thotiana, huh? How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car And you be fuckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?) You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch) Ho, you ain't got it, huh? Broke bitch, huh You ain't got it, huh? You ain't got it, huh? Bitch, you ain't...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy

<EOS> <BOS> I'm in Molly World, I need a molly girl Pineapple swirl keep me in Molly World Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world I'm out here off a molly I need a molly girl I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World Bitch I'm out here bussin', I need a molly girl I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World Bitch I'm off the shits, I need a molly girl Bitch I need a molly, I'm off one in the party I just copped me a 'Rari, I'm global like safari Your bitch she need a molly, she ride me like a Harley My chopper like a Harley, O.T.F. we in the party Yeah bitch, I'm rolling , all my bottles golden Got her in her zone, and take one, ain't no folding My dick that bitch be holding, all this money throwing All this money throwing, all this money throwing Bitch I'm 'bout that life. off one ain't no sleep Bitch you must be scared, off a whole, fuck a piece Bitch I'm in the streets, fuck nigga don't want no beef 300 that's the team, 300 that's the team I'm in Molly World, I need a molly girl Pineapple swirl keep me in Molly World Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world I'm out here off a molly I need a molly girl I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World Bitch I'm out here bussin', I need a molly girl I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World Bitch I'm off the shits, I need a molly girl Ohhh, I'm in Mary World Smoke until I pass out, drink until I hurl O's all I blow, smoking K.K. at my shows And my fans be front row, do you roll, do you roll? Say that they're like us, but we are not the same 20 million later, still ain't nothing change Poppin' up at the party, niggas poppin the molly Riding out with young Durk, fuck around and get murked Pyrex on my shirt , Space Jams on my feet Me without that chronic is incomplete and we in the streets Say that they're like us, but we are not the same 20 million later, still ain't nothing change Mobbed out, bitch I'm Gotti, tattoos on my body Smoke it all 'til nothing left, T.G.O.D., O.T.F I'm in Molly World, I need a molly girl Pineapple swirl keep me in Molly World Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world I'm out here off a molly I need a molly girl I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World Bitch I'm out here bussin', I need a molly girl I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World Bitch I'm off the shits, I need a molly girl Molly girl my supermodel, I don't loan my Gucci goggles Pop one in my 'Rari riding, True Religion my true religion Foreign car, my roof missing, white on white, I'm a fool with it White on white, I'm a fool with it, that spotlight I'mma fool with it I'm out here like everyday, I get money in every way Went to jail for my petty case, Molly World that's a better place L's up in my haters' face, I'm energized like Gatorade Cooking shit like Rachael Ray, O.T.F. 'til the day I grave Bitch I'm out here rolling, all these bitches going Kush too strong, that potent, she wetter than the ocean Molly got her in motion, that lean is what I'm pouring Molly, where we going? That molly where we going I'm in Molly World, I need a molly girl Pineapple swirl keep me in Molly World Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world I'm out here off a molly I need a molly girl I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World Bitch I'm out here bussin', I need a molly girl I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World Bitch I'm off the shits, I need a molly girl8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Nard & B Trenchwork If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies I just love my nine, she be with me like we family Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather

Fuck her on the Temper-Pedic Turn around, let me eat it Flip her over, let me beat it Let her swallow all the semen Let me close, the pussy bleedin' I'ma smash it for no reason Kill it dead if she cheatin' I won't share 'cause I'm greedy His and hers, yeah, we eatin' Khaki bag to the needy Shawty super, super ready, ayy Got me super, super jealous, ayy Fly with super, super yellow, ayy I'ma cop a new bezel, ayy Fuck her for a lotta minutes Take a shot of that Henny, ayy I'ma give you the business You should take that Henny straight I be seein' all my homies under your pic Don't pay these hoes no attention, this is your dick Turn on Pandora, play your shit Put me in your life, we don't waste no time If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies I just love my nine, she be with me like we family Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather Did I hit it? Yup Is it mine? Yup Was it wet? Was it wet? Was it cryin'? Yeah, yup I think you think (I think you think) That I don't think that it's mine (That I don't think that it's mine) I think you drink (I think you drink) And forget about me all the time I, I be counting moons I, I don't think it's too soon I, I don't think I'm too cool To say that I miss you Come on, baby, ride, baby, ride With the time of your life That mean you love it for once I might be drunk or be high Either or, I can't decide Let's just admit that you're mine I'ma claim it, bitch If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies I just love my nine, she be with me like we family Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather You know you mine You know you mine, yeah We spend the time Like all the time, ooh, yeah, yeah I hit you raw like all the time, yeah We in the mall like all the time So many diamonds I can't tell the time I been going out, keep me alive First I'ma roll the L, pass me the light Under my Gucci belt, that's a vibe, mmm All this drinking and this kissing got me horny Put your lips on me then put that pussy on me Ride that D just like you backseat of the Harley Hold on tight, babe, hold me down, hold me down If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies I just love my nine, she be with me like we family Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather Gotta take a breather TrenchworkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DJ on the beat so it's a banger I make love songs for the streets, love songs for these bitches Also love songs for my day ones, make love songs for the trenches Even the ones who doubted me, the ones say I'm actin' different Ones in and out my life who never came back, they still miss it, yeah Been on this road, I'm chasing a bag, ain't talk to God in a minute

Ain't talk to my youngest son in months, I asked him please forgive me I'm in the studio with killers, told me get out my feelings I be trying but I can't, yeah See, he gang, you ain't Tryna pop my pain away Wash that bloodstain away Long way from Section 8 I can't trust my day one homie, I can't trust him, nah It's so crazy, I seened him snake me, but I brushed it off I'ma go so deep, I want my lyrics in your soul If we got a problem, I ain't gon' show it in front of no hoes Big bro got the streets on lock for real, he getting old You say you fixed your statements, but at the end, you still told Bitch, you know I'm smart as shit Tryna break my heart and shit She think she gon' get me back Fuckin' on these artists Book and Von, you gotta fuck 'em too Just 'cause they a part of this You started this, them niggas started this I make love songs for the streets, love songs for these bitches Also love songs for my day ones, make love songs for the trenches Even the ones who doubted me, the ones say I'm actin' different Ones in and out my life who never came back, they still miss it, yeah Been on this road, I'm chasing a bag, ain't talk to God in a minute Ain't talk to my youngest son in months, I asked him please forgive me I'm in the studio with killers, told me get out my feelings I be trying but I can't, yeah I knew this shit wasn't right Appeals gon' take time In the field, ain't no cryin' Taking pills to keep from crying J Money not here to give me advice I seen the hurt in his eye Heard the pain in his voice, yeah When I wanna hear your voice, I call your voicemail I put Chicago on my shoulders, my shit sore still I hate the way that court smell I know some niggas who ain't told and they won't still I make love songs for the streets, love songs for these bitches Also love songs for my day ones, make love songs for the trenches Even the ones who doubted me, the ones say I'm actin' different Ones in and out my life who never came back, they still miss it, yeah Been on this road, I'm chasing a bag, ain't talk to God in a minute Ain't talk to my youngest son in months, I asked him please forgive me I'm in the studio with killers, told me get out my feelings I be trying but I can't, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DJ on the beat so it's a banger For the nigga that killed my cousin, woo, make sure he die slow I know a killer that's ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, 'cause shit, I'd die for it I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas, shit, if I got to If I got to (Boo-boo-boo-boom, yeah), if I got to (Yeah, pussy) If I got to (Yeah), if I got to Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to I'm killing all my opps, if I got to Hit his ass twice with this Glock, if I got to (Ayy) They say they want Durk with no auto, ayy I'm from Chicago, where we turn our opps to Gelatto, ayy We shoot at opps, we high speed cops, we ducking potholes, ayy Man, he was woofin' like he was like that, man, we touched that taco, ayy Man, it's a drought on these real niggas, man, free Ralo, ayy Man, I can't get caught with no guns, you ain't even got no case Foenem touch your face I keep Bloods, I keep Crips when I touch the A Man, I'm clutching on my iron, man, this street life ain't no joke Nigga touch me then he dyin', niggas know we ain't no hoes I put savage in this love shit, without me, ain't no goals I put pistols all in Chiraq, nigga, without me, ain't no poles For the nigga that killed my cousin, woo, make sure he die slow I know a killer that's ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed (Straight up) Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, 'cause shit, I'll die for it (Yeah) I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas (On God), shit if I got to (Straight up) If I got to (Boo-boo-boo-boom), if I got to (Yeah, pussy, straight up) If I got to (Yeah, on God), if I got to Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to (Straight up) Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to (Straight up) I'm killing all my opps, if I got to (On God, pussy) If I got to I got Hall of Fame status, bitch, don't try me like a rookie (21) I need a quarter ticket if your ass wanna book me (On God) Let off so many shots, neighbor said it sound like a fully (21)

If I die, it one of my partners 'cause the opps all pussies (On God) You ain't never slid for your brother, you scared to get in trouble, y'all niggas might tell (Bitch) Run around like he a killer, he snitching in the car, he ain't make it to the jail (Snitch) Glock in my lap, I'm strapped Too rich to fistfight, niggas get clapped (21) Everybody 'round me paranoid, you might get smoked tryna reach for some dap (On God) Savage so 4L, he got a drum on his stick (Facts) Come pick up your girl, we left cum on your bitch (Hah) Niggas shot y'all whole gang, y'all niggas ain't do shit (21) We play freeze tag with these bullets, dawg, and all y'all niggas it (On God) For the nigga that killed my cousin (Straight up, straight up), make sure he die slow (21) I know a killer that's ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, 'cause shit, I'll die for it I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas, shit, if I got to If I got to (Boo-boo-boo-boom, yeah), if I got to (Yeah, pussy) If I got to (Yeah), if I got to Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to I'm killing all my opps, if I got to (Pussy) If I got to (Ayy)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (12 Hunna on the beat) (DY Krazy) When you wake up off them pills, that feeling terrible The worst thing to be known is when they scared of you And they gon' laugh right in your face when they ahead of you And to be technical, that shit we do is federal Holding tear backs from this life, it's so unbearable You a copycat, that's not lean, that's Theraflu I'ma jump from the top of my money with a parachute And who you look up to a ho, I wouldn't dare salute I keep taking care of my killers, they wouldn't care to shoot I got your address from a bitch, that's for a pair of shoes You got a text like, "He got hit," that shit be scary news They told me, "Get up out the streets, you can go back to school" My life hurts so bad Thinking 'bout if you was here, what kinda life you would have Nowadays, the way we live, we live our life on the edge Nowadays, the way we live, you would die if you scared, uh This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life Nobody put fear in us I put real life inside this music, they not hearing us I know what's real, I had some real killers tearing up I did all I can for 'em, they not sincere enough They stopped believing me way back then, they can't cheer with us, mmm-mmm It get treacherous, that's why they don't mention us Why you holding onto a snitch? Just give that victim up They can't take care us alone, that's why they cliquing up They told me to go pop and give the trenches up I said fuck that shit, four killers inside a Bentley truck It would've been five, but one of them died, his soul was given up Wish I talked to him on the last call, told him live it up Where the love? Mmm, where the love? You know it's tiring tryna clean blood from a rug You know it's tiring watchin' my back and duckin' slugs I know two robbers said they tired of sticking up This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life This life is for the ghetto This life, this life, this life2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'cause she ain't stay with us Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us Niggas know they be super goofy, they can't hang with us She live for show, I just bought Chanel because she pigeon-toed Pinky rose, I ain't talkin' champagne but they live for sure Old days, we was havin' shootouts up in broad day Hallways, mamas kick us out, that was always Street shit, streets want anyone our age

Bro was found guilty with fourteen, boy them dog days I know a rich nigga that'll kill you for some Balmains Last nigga, say fuck my guys, now they all dead I done got my bitch super pregnant, got 'em all mad My guys fuck with your guys, then it's mob ties Met a bougie bitch, said she ain't going, I took her to Popeyes Why lie? She ain't pull her pants down, bye-bye Why lie? I got six kids, I'm a da-da Ride in that McLaren, when I see 'em, I'ma drive by And you not my family, you ain't around me, on God, God No, no, no, no, no When you smoking on exotic, you need top notch Shout WorldStar, on the come up, gave me top box No, no Niggas know they lyin', they say they got opps Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'cause she ain't stay with us Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us Took my last thirty shams, I bought a gram and got back in it Always fallin' off in the mall, flexin' for the bitches OG Boobie, top lieutenant, look him dead in his eyes BreadWinner homicide, and now we on the rise Foreign car pull in, oriental headlights Starving in the trenches, one day we'll be just fine I was gettin' them in high school, only rule is don't lie to me See the belt, I'm a fly shooter, send the addy, I'll fly to it Pourin' up the lean, droppin' bracelets in the cup All this ice, I'ma die for it All I ever wanted was a whip and to ride Forgis Big booty bitch lounge around while we loud blowin' Pen bump the hip and I'ma still be around for it Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'cause she ain't stay with us Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us And I scream "I'm from the Lam'," I gotta let 'em know He told on the whole mob, that's why they let him go He first got locked up, ain't sent money, I sent letters though My big bro had the D-line locked, it was in a finger four He was on that block, you know what's up, what we did for Moe Go fuck on me then fuck my mans, I don't get these hoes Booka said he catch that bag, he gon' get D Rose I ain't gon' lie, I tricked off once, I bought some Jimmy Choo's Knew I was a star, dropped that song, I got some good reviews Ain't gon' say her name but the bitch had bust me down for Fendi boots And that nigga you callin' your big bro, I seen him gettin' hoed Every time we come through swaggin', they wanna be us Bitches always put they head down like they don't see us They in the back of the plane, seat 27, had to key us He don't know how to work no gun, he say it jammed but it was de-cocked Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'cause she ain't stay with us Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with usEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I don't know about you, but I ain't tryna die young I don't like to brag about the shit that I done I took good care of the streets, I'm an icon I got snaked by some niggas, took care of my son I ain't put that on they lawyer, they got them title The way you wrote that statement, you a writer Told on 'em in the station, gave 'em right up DD did time with no lawyer, it's survival I'ma cut your ass right off, hang with my rivals Catch a case while you a felon, I'll say it's my gun They got my picture in the feds, say I'm a Disciple They say I switched up 'cause I don't believe in the Bible First time on the head, I kept my eyes closed Only nigga I'm scared of is John Doe And no support 'll make your time slow Just a real nigga without trying to See the trenches had made us Lil' nigga, got my weight up Hard work and dedication Street niggas need to pray up

Street niggas need to pray up Street niggas need to pray up Street niggas need to pray up Street niggas need to pray up It be your dog, it be your dog That shit so crazy what happened to Law When the streets took Baby D, it had came with a flaw Granny asked where Nuski at, it's crushing my heart Tryna smoke on some zaza, just pass me the tops The reason I can't trust y'all, you talkin' to opps That shit be strange when they say they love you They say I changed when I got a hundred You can't complain 'cause I been a hundred Wartime inside the trenches, buyin' different bullets Hop out a Cutlass right into the bushes Run right on 'em while them niggas lookin' Blood in my eyes, they tryna get me I'm the most wanted in my city I'm the most hated in my city Gotta watch out for the niggas who gon' envy See the trenches had made us Lil' nigga, got my weight up Hard work and dedication Street niggas need to pray up (Yeah) Street niggas need to pray up (Yeah) Street niggas need to pray up (Yeah) Street niggas need to pray up (Yeah) Street niggas need to pray up (Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> The number one spot, bitch, I'm right here I'ma stay on top, bitch, I'm right here All my real niggas, bitch, we right here Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, we right here We right here, we right here Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here I'm right here, I'm right here All the haters getting mad 'cause I'm right here I'm right here, I'm right here Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here I'm right here, I'm right here A lot of niggas mad 'cause I'm right here Bitch I'm right here feeling like an all-star Told her keep her body, I want all top Bitch we down at Gucci, we don't mall shop Pair of Gucci goggles got me on top Call my bro up, go wassup god (BroGod) He told me in a minute we on WorldStar You know Lil Durk got hella fans Fuck a local, nigga, I'm a real star Pull up in the S550 Jump out cocaine white looking crispy This is for the niggas tryna diss me I'm right here in the spot, you can't miss me, L's The number one spot, bitch, I'm right here I'ma stay on top, bitch, I'm right here All my real niggas, bitch, we right here Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, we right here We right here, we right here Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here I'm right here, I'm right here All the haters getting mad 'cause I'm right here I'm right here, I'm right here Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here I'm right here, I'm right here A lot of niggas mad 'cause I'm right here Only the family in my eyes, and I'ma be real I'm right here in the light, with no deal Bitch, I'm rolling money like I'm off a pill I'm just tryna eat, and see 100 mill' The streets calling my name, I'm like, "Wassup?" Dreads hanging, got me like a rasta Ain't no way of living from this choppa From this choppa, from this, from this choppa Don't hold me back, I'ma unleash Streets in my ear, like you a beast OTF, bitch, we in the streets Better than these niggas in the industry The number one spot, bitch, I'm right here I'ma stay on top, bitch, I'm right here All my real niggas, bitch, we right here Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, we right here We right here, we right here Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here I'm right here, I'm right here All the haters getting mad 'cause I'm right here I'm right here, I'm right here Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here I'm right here, I'm right here A lot of niggas mad 'cause I'm right hereEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy

<EOS> <BOS> Yea The vibes so crazy right now I'm off the lean I got super powers Dive in that pussy like scuba divers Hop out all black like a uber driver Wild the whole trap like wood supplies Yo' IG Jim Carrey, you liar liar I'm in the hoe like the other side I got right now and I can't retire, yea This is the shit that they ride to This is what you drink and get high to This is the shit these niggas don't get They ride and I'ma ride to When I get dressed I got super powers What's in my cup give me super powers Niggas tell tales, and they super silent I'm in my zone, I got super powers Super powers, super powers I swear I can take over the world Super powers, I got super powers, I got super powers I swear I can take over the world (Let's get it!) Bankroll like Bruce Banner, pour a 8 I need two fantas Coke body on a pretty woman, new car police scanner Nail a opp with only 1 hammer, bullets burn ‘em like a sun tan Watch me whip it like the nae nae dance, car feeling like it's superman 15 thousand on the back end, all black on me like I'm batman Ain't no robbin', that's a joke man Green light then it's go whip That's a drill in case it's bustin' Bad bitches wanna touch herself She just wanna make love or somethin' Convos 'bout where're ya from Super powers got me high too Made it out cause I had to Threw the Chi like a DM Hood love me when I slide threw Couple hundreds on my denims And these shoes ain't coming out Swagger got a nigga 'bout to fly Taking off with these super powers This is the shit that they ride to This is what you drink and get high to This is the shit thse niggas don't get They ride and I'ma ride to When I get dressed I got super powers What's in my cup give me super powers Niggas tell tales, and they super silent I'm in my zone, I got super powers Super powers, super powers I swear I can take over the world Super powers, I got super powers, I got super powers I swear I can take over the world Xans in my water, can't feel myself I wish I had powers just to heal myself Remember them nights I'd kill myself And now I got thoughts just to be the best The labels ain't believe me, had to prove myself Dthang you know, nigga you was there People left who said they wouldn't For the niggas I lost I'd take a bullet Run up on me now I wish you pull it OTF my empire nigga without a cookie 30 fo' a show, tell them niggas book it I'm tired of niggas lookin' at me like a rookie Shark in the water on the deep end House in the hills like the Weeknd Only like to party on the weekend Only like real, fuck pretend Thank God for my mother Thank the Lord for my brothers We gonna take on the world So she can be my super woman I'ma get this super money I'ma turn up with these super powers yea yea This is the shit that they ride to This is what you drink and get high to This is the shit these niggas don't get They ride and I'ma ride to When I get dressed I got super powers What's in my cup give me super powers Niggas tell tales, and they super silent I'm in my zone, I got super powers Super powers, super powers I swear I can take over the world Super powers, I got super powers, I got super powers I swear I can take over the world6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS>

<BOS> Bitches and bottles We who they follow So jump on my campaign And we made it Turned up and we faded So hold up your champagne I'm turned up to the max, girl, I'm with the shits These foreign cars and these foreign hoes, and they with the shits Can't change up for a lil' fame and I'm with the shits I'm turned up, you get turned out cause I'm with the shits My favorite shoes Prada Due to the fact they comfortable Tell 'em keep the rims I wanna ride comfortable She stress when she witchu When she with me, she comfortable I give two fucks about her And judge her like Your Honor do I'm 7-4-14 Shout out my 300 crew With that AR-15 I'm drummin' like the drummers do Die high life, I'm smokin' dope 'til Jesus done with me Champagne bottles, which model am I gonna screw? I just hit a lick, which Breitling am I gonna pick? I just want some top, baby I don't really wanna hit At the top it's just us That's why we lookin' down and shit Straight 8 rollin', all black, the marijuana lit Got the 30s and the 40s and my youngins is the ones with them Mismatchin' designer bitches, swagger like a mannequin I be fly as fuck, I don't think I wanna land again MUBU, OTF, them pussy niggas panickin' Bitches and bottles We who they follow So jump on my campaign And we made it Turned up and we faded So hold up your champagne I'm turned up to the max, girl, I'm with the shits These foreign cars and these foreign hoes, and they with the shits Can't change up for a lil' fame and I'm with the shits I'm turned up, you get turned out cause I'm with the shits I'm Lil Durk, I'm 300, I keep a bankroll We fuckin' hoes, we turned up, D-Thang we Bang Bros We keep the K, find a bitch to save, yeah we like to say hoes We flexin' on 'em, finessin' on 'em, these niggas man hoes These bitches bustin' I fuck 'em, I can't trust 'em That MAC I got be Russian But my car from London That mean my car got horses My Polo say Ralph Lauren These niggas, they be sneaky I catch an opp, I'm scorin' Kushy got my high It got my molly boostin' too I'm 2-4-14 Now shout out to my MUBU crew L's up for my real niggas, L's up for my shooters too RIP to King Lean, make them niggas do the woo Bitches and bottles We who they follow So jump on my campaign And we made it Turned up and we faded So hold up your champagne I'm turned up to the max, girl, I'm with the shits These foreign cars and these foreign hoes, and they with the shits Can't change up for a lil' fame and I'm with the shits I'm turned up, you get turned out cause I'm with the shits3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Never loved, never loved Never loved another nigga like me Cause she know I got that good wood I wham and I bam and I juug-juug She leave out my house on a good foot I hit her ass up with that Worldstar I Lollapalooza her good spot She swallow the kids I say, "good God!" Even though she'll make a good mom She say she never met a met a good nigga I say I never met a good cop She suck on that dick like a Push Pop She get mad as hell when I pull out She knows that there's only one Tunechi She be like "Weezy, I love Tunechi" I be like baby, don't confuse me" Then I play with that pussy like a Rubix Between me and you she call me, "Sexy chocolate"

And I swear that pussy like fudge to me She say, "Come over and come get it" She say, "Cum on me, cum in me, cum through me" Cause she ain't never been dicked down She don't know how that feel She ain't ever been licked down from her earrings to her heels, Lord She ain't ever been in a big house I gotta watch her so she don't steal She ain't ever been with a millionaire That's really one in a mil'—Tunechi! She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost She don't know about love, she don't know what that is She don't know about riding round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck) Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Now she wanna fuck Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Hit the club with a nigga like me (Yeah) Do drugs with a nigga like me Fall in love with a nigga like me (Zoovier) And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me (Ayy) Bitches scream OTF for Lil' Durk (OTF) They scream ZooGang for Zoovier (Zoo Gang) Won't you ride with a nigga like me? (Skrt) Get high with a nigga like me Cook pies with a nigga like me, ayy (Skrt) Won't you be my trap queen? (Ooh, ooh) Juug with me and stack it (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh) Young niggas with racks mane We gon' make this movie baby we not acting, ayy Just turn around and back it up, let me see you clap it, ayy And you ain't never rode in a foreign, you got me laughing, ayy And I won't ever bring his name up 'cause he past tense, ayy (Ooh, ooh) Zoovier from the ZooGang I can get you passed it, ayy And I swear on shit get at and bring that cash in I'm a young nigga racked up and I still be trappin' And I'm trying to give it up but it's a habit And she love a nigga cause I'm different And plus I told her how to get it And ever since she's been winning I'm the one that she wants, get with it My choppa will tear up his kidneys VV Chanel A nigga like me just can't go ahead and tell (Nah) Tell them pretty bitches with a attitude I do wish 'em well I want her, I see her I'm on her My niggas, they on her I got her, shawty's a goner, they smoke like a stoner Shawty take it off like a (Mardi Gras) When she take it off I'm like boo stop I can put a bitch all like (Worldstar) She go when I bust I'm like (Girl stop) Can't take it, let's go out to Vegas (let's get it) It's more like a Vegas me and you together (Together) I know they can't take it you know they gon' hate us (Yeah, ah) Got Wayne and Fetty Wap on the remix shit finna bubble up (Bubble up, bubble up, bubble up) Ever since I got on, I done blown shit twice call it double up (Double up, double up, double up) For my niggas that are gone and ain't here right now I'ma double cup, yeah yeah yeah She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost She don't know about love, she don't know what that is She don't know about riding round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck) Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Now she wanna fuck Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Hit the club with a nigga like me Do drugs with a nigga like me Fall in love with a nigga like me And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me (Meeee, meeee)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Police niggas gave his people up (Let's get it!) I remember niggas needed us (ohh) Real niggas all I need is trust Suck my dick I don't need to fuck (Let's get it!) Niggas wasn't in the field with us (no) Niggas really wasn't seeing us (no) In the way in the field for nothin' A lot of pounds take weeks to come (Let's get it!) Shit, you was my brother (Let's get it, L) Changed on me for that cheddar (Let's get it, L) You was my brother (you bitch) Hey, we can do better (Let's get it!) How you gon' switch for that cheddar? (Gang!) I'm on Givenchy the leather

How you gon' hold a vendetta? (nope) Just like I hold my beretta (brrt) The money and the fame it don't matter (Gang!) Me and my brothers got better (Let's get it) Niggas out here playin' checkers (what?) Never let a nigga check us (No!) Drill the opps what the hittas do (brrt) Fuck a bitch let her switcharoo Cop a coupe, I'mma cop a coupe (skrrt!) Ride me I'ma pity you (Gang!) You not my homie, these niggas fake they phony (Let's get it) I gotta get this money, Cartier Cologne is on me (It's on me) Can't let a nigga harm me, this .50 on me arm reach (give me that) Gucci flip flops and palm trees, show the world who to see (yeah yea) So get yo' shit straight bitch 'cause I'm on one (Let's get it) Surrounded by the millionaires and I've become one (Let's get it!) Police niggas gave his people up (Let's get it!) I remember niggas needed us (ohh) Real niggas all I need is trust Suck my dick I don't need to fuck (Let's get it!) Niggas wasn't in the field with us (no) Niggas really wasn't seeing us (no) In the way in the field for nothin' A lot of pounds take weeks to come (Let's get it!) Shit, you was my brother (Let's get it, L) Changed on me for that cheddar (Let's get it, L) You was my brother (you bitch) Hey, we can do better (Let's get it!) I'd done seen a lot niggas change I'd done felt a lot niggas pain On the block, Glock in my name Birdman respek my name (Let's get it!) Pussy nigga respect my name You ain't gang boy change yo' name Sneak dissin' gon' get you flamed Nah for real gon' get you hit Niggas switchin' up for a bitch (gang) Niggas switchin' up for a lick (no) High as fuck and I'm in yo' shit Why you tweakin' boy you ain't the shit I can't believe I believed in you (ohh) 1500 for these Neiman shoes (no) Knowin' the streets niggas needed you 50 shots and leave with you Shawty nothin' but my mud butter Them niggas a muthafucker (Gang!) I was with 'em in the mud puddle Them the trenches, yea them the trenches Yeah the trenches got love for me Told the boys I'm 100 And I lost a lot blood from it (Yeah) Police niggas gave his people up (Let's get it!) I remember niggas needed us (ohh) Real niggas all I need is trust Suck my dick I don't need to fuck (Let's get it!) Niggas wasn't in the field with us (no) Niggas really wasn't seeing us (no) In the way in the field for nothin' A lot of pounds take weeks to come (Let's get it!) Shit, you was my brother (Let's get it, L) Changed on me for that cheddar (Let's get it, L) You was my brother (you bitch) Hey, we can do better (Let's get it!)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Head shot'll leave 'em traumatized A lot of niggas say I got this money on my mind I see they want me, but it ain't my time See me out here like I am a little traumatized Traumatized, traumatized See me out here like I am a little traumatized Traumatized, traumatized See me out here like I am a little traumatized Drama, they don't want no drama with the drumma Be cool, protect yo' self like a condom Chasing commas, head shot, no running See me on top but make you sick to your stomach D.A. on my dick , I got Edai song in the whip Cause it's gucci, NuNu got the uzi flip the script it's like a movie He gon' start shooting like a movie Chopper bullets frr-ah, pardon me See me as a opp then you looking from right across the street You ain't no hitta if you shooting niggas from 'cross the street Probably, they bitches be on me cause I’m poppin' see Accurate shit, I ain’t with that acting shit Straight drop ‘em” Head shot'll leave 'em traumatized A lot of niggas say I got this money on my mind I see they want me, but it ain't my time

See me out here like I am a little traumatized Traumatized, traumatized See me out here like I am a little traumatized Traumatized, traumatized See me out here like I am a little traumatized Headshot, headshot, you in the morgue boy Brought a whole lot guns, you ain't gon' blow it boy Run up on you by the corner store Then I leave you by that corner store Mama crying, police flying Red tape, homicide Stay in, don't come outside, cause its war time Less peace and more dying yeah, less peace and more dying Bottle party, teddy bears, lit candles Niggas pussy, don't stay strapped ripped sandals Come around, a whole lot of niggas soundless Clip going boh boh Head shot'll leave 'em traumatized A lot of niggas say I got this money on my mind I see they want me, but it ain't my time See me out here like I am a little traumatized Traumatized, traumatized See me out here like I am a little traumatized Traumatized, traumatized See me out here like I am a little traumatized15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Goin' to Izzy for VV's, turned to a habit Smokin' gas up out the P's, turned to a habit Cut, countin', sendin' money, turned to a habit Young niggas catchin' murders, turned to a habit They be steady shootin' them Glocks, turned to a habit On the road movin' them narcs, turned to a habit All the opps so goofy, that shit a habit Keep playin' wit' our group, shit get tragic (Brrt) Keep buyin' designer shoes, this shit a habit He tried that dog food, now it's a habit I chased that pussy once, I gotta have it I kept lyin' to my bitch, that shit a habit I keep swallowin' all this Act', turn to a habit I'ma get that Bentley Mac, I'm in traffic Steady gettin' your ass did, that shit a habit Every day playin' wit' my kids, turned to a habit What was goin' through Rico's head? I can't imagine But I got paid in full, turn to a habit Get my dick suck at the Westin, turned to a habit Them girls was comin' up missin', molested, that shit tragic Uh, started thumbin' through them hunnids, turned to a habit Takin' strippers to the crib, turned to a habit Steady runnin' off wit' the packs, turned to a habit Steady sippin' on the Act', turn to a habit (Oh, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know) I don't know, I don't know, got a habit Don't know what to do wit' myself I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I'm confused wit' myself I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I ain't save when I blew through that check I don't know, I don't know, I don't know Who is real, I don't know who is left I don't know why he left, he confused wit' himself Like what was goin' through his head? It was probably his health, it was probably the drugs It was probably the streets, they ain't show him no love (Yeah, yeah) Steady ridin' 'round wit' that Draco, turned to a habit Perc 30 inside my Faygo, turned to a habit His first time smellin' that blood, turned to a habit Every weekend at the club, turned to a habit You tell every girl you love 'em, that's a habit Don't hang 'round them, they be thuggin', I'm advisin' you Four pounds, you say you the plug, who you lyin' to? This shit done turned to a habit, do what I gotta do, yeah Keep my head up, got my bread up You got a habit to keep lyin', yeah I'm fed up Lost J Money to some violence, fucked my head up Heard your girl, she got that pack, go get a check-up, yeah (I don't know, I don't know, I don't know) I don't know, I don't know, got a habit Don't know what to do wit' myself I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I'm confused wit' myself I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I ain't save when I blew through that check I don't know, I don't know, I don't know Who is real, I don't know who is left4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna turn up) I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit (I'm tryna turn up) You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna turn up) You ain't fuckin' with me , then who you fuckin' with?

I'm just tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Turn up) All this money, I'm just really tryna (Turn up) With the gang, and I'm really tryna (Turn up) This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (Turn up) How many licks do it take till you get to the center of her mouth? She geekin', she tweakin' we turnt up we got it, we all in the pot KOD, QOD, Magic, we fuckin the sacks up in five Gas and mud I be off the drugs, don't touch I'm feelin' a little cocky They ring any bitches wanna fuck now Pop bottles like I won a fuckin' touchdown If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now Party prolly got me all in the clubs now Pour some lean with no coco, we rockin' rollies, no JoJo And we off the drinks so slow mo, I get twenty a show, no promo Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine So she gon' turn up and do it for the guys She sippin' on Henny, she mix it wit' Remy She suckin' on me while I pull on her Remy She shy like the city but change for them Benji's The mula, the Fendis, I turn up for what? Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna turn up) I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit (I'm tryna turn up) You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna turn up) You ain't fuckin' with me , then who you fuckin' with? I'm just tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Turn up) All this money, I'm just really tryna (Turn up) With the gang, and I'm really tryna (Turn up) This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (Turn up) Dressed up in that white linen All black windows, I had to tint 'em That work work, put 'em in the dirt Let em' all lurk, know I had to get up with Durk We never hurt, hurt know the deal Tour sold out so you know it's real From the Chi City to the fuckin' bank Sinatra, money I've been Frank Lemme get it I got it never feelin' divided homie on the real though How you feel though, V's up, keep it trill though Oh yeah, one time, oh yeah, one time Bitch I been under pressure Always giving it everything that I got Never the lesser, turn on my compressor It's right on the dresser Been ruling the game and nobody could measure I know it's... You and me, you and me They don' give a damn who I am Bitch I'm doing me (you and me) I said it's you and me I know who I am, don't give a damn Bitch I'm doing me Cut that music up, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna turn up) I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit (I'm tryna turn up) You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna turn up) You ain't fuckin' with me , then who you fuckin' with? I'm just tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Turn up) All this money, I'm just really tryna (Turn up) With the gang, and I'm really tryna (Turn up) This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (Turn up)41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Shoutout to my competition These shots to my opposition This shit real, my block we winning This shit real, my block we in it Bricksquad K, I tweet the shit The label say don't leak the shit Lawyer money got the shit I catch a opp, I beat the shit Bricksquad K, I tweet the shit The label say don't leak the shit Lawyer money got the shit I catch a opp, I beat the shit Catch Lil Jay, I heat his face My lil niggas a meet with them Lil Duck he can't duck this clip WUGAWORLD K cause they fuck with them 30 shots we the murda block Got choppa shells for a lot of opps Off parole I'm on a lot of shots No Fredo bitch I'm in a lot of cuts I do hits when I'm sober Tryna drop 30 or Motor Tell Reese money to roll up

Even my judge know I'm poled up Niggas reppin' sides with the police Can't catch a nigga then we on his OG Bitch I been the nigga since '03 Free Five, free Law, RIP Odee OTF 3hunnit go and tell them fuck niggas get money OTF 3hunnit go and tell them fuck niggas get money, let's get it Shoutout to my competition These shots to my opposition This shit real my block we winning This shit real my block we in it These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps Shoutout to my competition I mean there's no competition Look up man I know we winning Haters mad cause they ain't in it We tote 30's, we love sinning Fucked all these hoes, man we hit plenty Don't talk about money cause I done made plenty Now shoutout to my competition You say you on that, you better have that with you Shooters on deck that a kill that issue Acting like you with it that's the quickest way to get you $1500 on a belt like it ain't a big issue Same niggas in the same hood Got real niggas with me, plus we official And we shooting shit and we ain't tryna miss you This a message to the Opps, miss me with the dissing Fuck his bitch now he sneak dissing Pull up with the windows tinted So the haters can't really see who in it 300 Shoutout to my competition These shots to my opposition This shit real my block we winning This shit real my block we in it These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Oh my god what is this, an L beat? One thing I hate is a liar Niggas don't know me They act like my homie And hate on me and my attire I just put on, for me and my city And ever since, shit been on fire I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah Higher Higher Higher Higher Higher Higher Higher Yeah I'ma keep it G like a band Looking for the money not the friend Sleeping on me like a Xan' This is my blessing, my plan I wanna thank all my fans To y'all I'm forever the man Fall off like most of these rappers I don't even like most of these rappers (Fuck 'em) Either you gang, squad, hitters, killers, savages, or trappers (Be yourself lil' nigga) I'm a bossed up savage ass nigga, and ima stack up (let's get it) Durk in the club, call for the backup (Brrrr! Bow!) He gone make it rain Dead people, and poor up the liquor (Bubbly, bubbly) I'ma get money Give me my credit, instead of taking it from me (let's get it) The burner is on me (bow!) I'll shoot, but I don't condone it (Nooo) Ion wanna rent shit. I'd rather own it (let's get it) Free my niggas I hate that phone shit Two cups and I get higher One thing I hate is a liar Niggas don't know me They act like my homie And hate on me and my attire I just put on, for me and my city And ever since, shit been on fire

I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah Higher Higher Higher Higher Higher Higher Higher Yeah Pass me a cup, I need to get high Real street nigga, I don't need to lie Nigga my shoes, he been want to die Cry, marry the streets like a Yeah Bride Remember my name, in case and devide Money and family it do not compare My brother was here, no one was there Stressed, and pulling out hair Price is at a higher For the people that's dead Pour up and hold you up a lighter Be silent one time, one time like, ohhhh One time, one time like, ohhhh, yeah Don't understand me like "Signed to the Streets" Look at my son, remind me of me Niggas is bitches, and apples don't fall far from the tree Gave 'em the chance, like the rapper (yeah) So that was they chapter (one time) With this forty I'ma go cray' cray' (let's get it) So don't get mixed in the massacre (Bow, bow, bow!) I'm tryna get higher One thing I hate is a liar Niggas don't know me They act like my homie And hate on me and my attire I just put on, for me and my city And ever since, shit been on fire I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah Higher Higher Higher Higher Higher Higher Higher Yeah19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Lilah flip the beat, yah) Fuck that bitch, ain't no respect for her That lil' bitch turn her back so quick, you ain't got no check for her I seen the type of nigga she fuck with, no respect for her Act like a dog, then I take her to a pet store I fuck her crazy, then I move on to the next whore I'll do you dirty, have you knockin' on your ex door You think you bougie, but you bougie for the internet Your pussy dookie, gotta spit on it just to get it wet She fucked on goofy, say she wish that she could take it back Told me how you hate the clout, now you chasing that I can treat you like a clown, bitch, you waiting on a purse I can really put you down, bitch, you waiting on the first She say why I ain't fuck her twice? I say I'm waiting on my Percs I can see your cousins now with they faces on your shirt Hold on, wait, ayy, bitch Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, hold on, wait, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, uh Told me how many niggas you fucked You tell me how many dicks you sucked, I'm like Yeah, freaky bitch said we should take a turn When the fuck I say I'm coming back? They never learn Smoke a hotel bathroom out, then let the water run Count a hundred thousand cash, damn near cut my thumb Bitch, you can't lie to me, you can't tell me Wook can't fuck, uh You was actin' so unsure, we was takin' turns, uh You know damn well I fucked your friends, bitch, you got the nerve, uh You was tryna catch us up when you got the word, uh Answered the phone when he was callin', damn, that made her nervous He ain't even know I was at her crib, I'm like damn, I'm dirty Call Wook phone when I left, I said her pussy murder Plus she stay next to the opps, I had to close the curtains Fuck that bitch, suck a rich nigga dick I ain't the only rich nigga, I can't never give you kiss Let you suck it with the ice, you gotta mix it with the spit You can be my ho forever, I could never give you shit

Hold on, wait, ayy, bitch Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, hold on, wait, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, uh Yeah Fuck doin' all that neck for? On the real, you can get your dick suckedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) Pussy drippin' on the dick, be tryna get nasty When you spendin' six figures in a store they gotta bag it You can't blame me, the shit you doin', it got me braggin' When I touch her hair when you get it done, you turnin' ratchet, hmm Mmm, and the difference is My bitch bad and she killin' them Mmm, and the difference is We don't put the world in our business still And they keep askin' Sexy lil' bitch put her on her mink lashes I'm talkin' Gucci glasses or Chanel team jacket Shе gon' get it without asking, she on queen status You ridin' solo in that foreign, don't need to pass thе blunt I know them niggas feelin' stupid, whoever passed you up I put my fingers in her private in the restaurant And she get mad when I'm off them drugs 'cause I don't cum fast enough I'm in her tummy, steady comin', I give her another liter She steady runnin', pussy yummy cut on that Justin Bieber When I was nothin', gave her a hunnid, I did a couple features Don't let her see the other side, I be with them demons Mmm, and the difference is My bitch bad and she killin' them Mmm, and the difference is We don't put the world in our business still My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider My bitch a rider My bitch a rider My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider (She a rider) My bitch a rider (She a rider, rider, rider) My bitch a rider Side bitch, main bitch (Yeah) Right hand, left hand Lil Durk is a dirty dawg with that shit that she kept hidden Vouch to lose my life into the streets, that's what I kept sayin' Besides my best man, my bitch my best friend Pullin' covers in the parking lot (Hmm, hmm, hmm) Backseat, she made me cum a lot (Hmm, hmm, hmm) When I decide to love, I love a lot (Hmm, hmm, hmm) I got you in your bag, I touched you up (Hmm, hmm, hmm) Mmm, and the difference is My bitch bad and she killin' them Mmm, and the difference is We don't put the world in our business still My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider) My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> For real like I'm saying they count us out at the right time You know what I'm saying That gave us motivation to tuck and gotta do what we do You know what I'm saying I got the city on my back you know I came from public houses to a mansion I lost my family I was feelin' stranded I seen my son he a throw a tantrum Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners I asked Allah can he give me guidance Full of anger I was in out my mind and I know this music is my soul passion Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion

On red carpet feelin' like Alladin Got a bitch from Tokyo I like her accent Julio Jones ballin' on 'em, Madden On top enjoy my risin' Smokin' woods like I'm in a cabin Goin' broke I cannot imagine No way, how you blastin' if you plastic Imma turn wit da cheque get my momma a new crib I ain't talking Kodak Black Imma get a new crib I just paid for my side bitch to get a titties filled And she tried to suck me up for them new Fendi heels I been in it for a long time need some new deals I been in 4gs it for a long time need some new wheels Percocet with the Xanax, need some new pills Traded in that new Hellcat to see a coup wheel Turn up I came from public houses to a mansion I lost my family I was feelin' stranded I seen my son he a throw a tantrum Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners I asked Allah can he give me guidance Full of anger I was in out my mind and I know this music is my soul passion Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion I'm with Zoey on the jet skis Can’t wife no hoes, on Nuski Two cars Imma switch keys Fuck the old heads they miss lead Only the family stand for family I lost my blood that's insanity Shout out Tory cuz he signed to me I'm wit a boss bitch count them gs Count my cheese up Got a passport she got a Visa It's perfect picture Mona Lisa They didn't believe us Hope they never need us While the police try to discriminate us And I got these diamonds just to please my haters Gotta get this money gotta chase that paper While these niggas try to assassinate us I got a Glock and it came with lasers I came from public houses to a mansion I lost my family I was feelin' stranded I seen my son he a throw a tantrum Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners I asked Allah can he give me guidance Full of anger I was in out my mind and I know this music is my soul passion Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Can't finesse a finesse-a that shit unheard of Call my squad with the Mac they talkin' word up In Chiraq damn near everyday we purge 'em Don't let a sneak diss turn to a murder We catch a body my niggas gon' catch a body Catch a homi my niggas gon' catch a homi Go get that money my niggas gon' get that money Don't let that sneak diss turn to a murder Where he stay at Where he lay at Oh you got a big crib, lil bro where the k at? Spit from the clip no latex In the hood where it ain't safe at Ask any nigga was I ever on that block? Only a nigga say no is the hoes or the opps, on my pops I was in the land with them mops And I know from my deal what's the lineup Talking life like a nigga with a camera Pour a 4 in that Fanta Grab the lean from the manor I'm a big ol' nigga 150 with that hammer Glock for the tears and burnt candles Coupe roof open like sandals Homicide on the scene and they wildin' Like who did this they wildin' OTF we promote violence Everywhere I go I hear sirens RIP Nuski and Iris Ain't fuckin' 'round with no fuck niggas My momma told me don't fuck with them if they don't fuck witcha My lil niggas they really about that murda' Fonem love them drills but they doing hits outside Excursions You broke boys hella broke boy you niggas ain't got a dollar My partners love them bodies just bought them niggas some choppas Yo' bitch say she on some but I ain't with the cuffin' I treat her like a chopper that bitch gon' have to bus' it

Don't let that sneak diss nigga turn into a murda My lil niggas wildin' with the mops they out here purgin' Shots got through your window so you betta' close ya' curtains And I be out here plottin' so the shit just gonna get worse And bitch I'm a finesse-a My squad out here finesse-in' <EOS> <BOS> This is Durk Better known on the Southside of Chicago And throughout the midwest as Lil Durk's father As it started out I had a life sentence For the stool pigeon who told on me And I been doing that time for 22 years now Alhamdulilah by the grace of Allah I got that blessing and won that appeal And now I'll be out in a few years To be with my boy, to be with my sons To be where I'm supposed to be in life And do the things I'm supposed to do as a father As always, for those who in the struggle For those who in this system For those who in the state's system Keep ya head, keep fighting Cowards, rats, don't never win over real dudes So keep ya head up soldier And we gone keep on letting thing continue to flow And we'll get out an do what we supposed to do as men And hold our own And be the fathers we supposed to be Be the men of the community we supposed to be Haha, I tried to get that in Got JDR on the 1's and 2's I want yall to follow this shit. Ya dig? I put him in his glo, he put me in mine You know how we do it. L's! Got Juice in this bitch with me, Carlito (shhhhhing) Off the rage in Chicago to kill Stay duckin' hollows, fu shit On my block where it get too real One nigga doing 2 drills J-Money love the blue steel L'A bussin' off 2 pills My niggas too trill 300 niggas too real 300 niggas too real (Yeah) Pluto be t'ed off the Remy Think he a Migo off the Remy I think I'm Nuski with the semi He still got the strap, niggas trippin' And I'm hard body, man I miss him Chino dead not to mention I was in the studio coolin' sippin' And they told me stay in the kitchen Don't be loafin' with these bitches Don't put trust into these niggas Beto gang will get you missin' J-Rock keep saying he miss 'em Iris dead that's my first cuz My first blood The one I love and I miss you (Let's get it! Let's get it!) Rest in piece to OD O Block went OC 600 beef with Baldie Get these lames up off me And Tay and Buda shocked me If I was there they would have shot me (Yeah) Day after day Seems like I push against the clouds (I need everybody to pour out some liquor out,) They just keep blocking out the sun (For everybody that y’all lost... Fuck it roll up! Haha!) It seems since I was born (I’m pourin’ my lean!) I've waken every blessed morning (Uhhhhhhh uh-woah!) Down on my luck and up against the wind They ain't deserve it I'm out all night and ain't worried Mama trippin' got a nigga nervous I'm just sippin' drivin' steady swervin' Bullets catch 'em quick Hollows burn 'em Twitter niggas steady talkin', Murder Call my lawyer nigga, I ain't heard it Call my lawyer nigga, I ain't heard it You'll make the news where I come from Rap but you get the Blues where I come from

Shoot a tec, you on a cruise where I come from Get killed out the blue where I come from Because, niggas ain't keep it too real Niggas ain't keep it too trill That's why I got me like 2 deals I'm tryna chase me 2 mil Free Rondo, his bond is 2 mil And I got money I'm chillin' 3 Children Get money invest into buildings My nigga we got it we 'round each other My nigga we buildin' Niggas be tweakin' get money Lil nigga chill out on that killin' The murder capital so ridiculous I swear I was grindin' for dimes and nickels I swore I'd never drop a dime on a nigga (Let's Get It! x3) Want a war? I'll never waste time on a nigga Let's Get It! let's get it Day after day (Let the beat talk to 'em, talk to 'em) Seems like I push against the clouds (I put my life in you!) They just keep blocking out the sun (Ohhh! Haha.) It seems since I was born (You're there when times are hard) I've waken every blessed morning (You're there when times are hard) Down on my luck and up against the wind (L's)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> What your life like? Life like? The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off Gotta gain that time lost Yeah I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like Life like Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like Tell me what your life like Yeah Nigga tell me what your life like You can't turn up on them social sites, thinkin' it's gon' be alright Lets go Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick-up Man, he love that shit Go to jail, she fuck your man, you write and call, don't love that bitch I ride with too much auto-tune, I heard that shit before This my life, I run my life, your life, I seen that shit before My mixtape drop, I crash the site, don't be lurkin' after night (get) Shooters hungry and these snakes is bologna, that's their appetite Welcome to these city streets No gang related car crash, and he still won't get no money from these city streets My crazy life, no YG (YG) Ask the Lord, why me? I know my name, it's on my ID The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off Gotta gain that time lost Yeah I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like Life like Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like They say the murder started after Ls, not my fault, got shit to tell Take it wrong, they got it after "Dis Ain't What U Want" Nigga this ain't what you want, got that call, they cancelled 20 shows (Damn) That's money down the drain, I got kids, don't take it wrong Fuck all this peace shit, I'm with this beef shit Don't ask me to leave shit, if I do it won't mean shit Like will I be rich? 10 years, will I be shit? After all I am the shit Got the label all on my dick Name my niggas' names in a song, police match the face I do it for the Vine not knowin' that it's buildin' case Started from the building base, I got a bill to pay Eh Why the fuck these niggas steady hate? The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off Gotta gain that time lost Yeah I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like

Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> That pussy bustin’ like a That pussy bustin’ like a uzi Pussy bustin’ like a I done fell in love with all the groupies She just want the fame and all the moolah I’m addicted to the tattoos on her booty And if she fuck with me then she ain’t losing That pussy bustin’ like a uzi That pussy bustin’ like a That pussy bustin’ like a uzi That pussy bustin’ like a That pussy bustin’ like a That pussy bustin’ like a uzi Wake up, roll up a decker Rubbing on her nipples while we steady kissing Even after sex that pussy steady dripping I told her I’d be fuckin’ but she something different She like I’m cocky to riches I’m ignorant Always mind her business, don’t put two cent in it Dress her in Dior and tell her mind her business I take her on a trip and pay for all expenses I don’t got no type, I like all hoes Even in the hood with some dog hoes But them be them bitches we don’t fall for Talking down bitch, the one that we can call on Like bring me the work, shawty bring me the pack Like bring me the lean, shawty bring me the strap Her ass is like promoters how she bring it back She’ll drop her pants before she ever drop a dime I done fell in love with all the groupies She just want the fame and all the moolah I’m addicted to the tattoos on her booty And if she fuck with me then she ain’t losing That pussy bustin’ like a uzi That pussy bustin’ like a That pussy bustin’ like a uzi That pussy bustin’ like a That pussy bustin’ like a That pussy bustin’ like a uzi Yeah, every time we link we make a movie I just fucked your bitch in a Jacuzzi She hop on top and ride like a Suzuki She squirt, that pussy bustin’ like a tooly She say she love me, bitch you gotta prove it I’m driving while she suck me like a smoothie You was just a groupie with a juicy booty And I’m just thirsty You got the type of sex to make me leave my bitch But is you worth it? Nah, nah nah, I was just full of them perkys You on the dick like you surfing Love how you twerk it, love how you work it You want a man that’s holding your hand but I’m not that person I’m just the type that’s gon come through, fuck, and buy you some purses She just want the fame, she love my lifestyle She just want her neck, wrist, and ears iced out I done fell in love with one of my fans She eat me for hours on them xans I done fell in love with all the groupies She just want the fame and all the moolah I’m addicted to the tattoos on her booty And if she fuck with me then she ain’t losing That pussy bustin’ like a uzi That pussy bustin’ like a That pussy bustin’ like a uzi That pussy bustin’ like a That pussy bustin’ like a That pussy bustin’ like a uziEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Uh, I can't go like that No, uh, ah, uh, no, I can't go like that No, I can't go like that Uh, brr-ah, no I can't go like that Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you Nigga like me, I can't go like that Nigga like me, I can't go like that Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap Nigga like me, I can't go like that

Everyday not everday, my little niggas'll rob you Playin' both sides then you get hit with that chopper All these niggas claimin' that they really in the field Where I'm from in the field, you gettin' killed Put ten on a lawyer on the first I'ma make that money back on a verse Bitches last, money second, family first (OTF) Act a ass in that Jag', I'm the worst And I'm like Tony in my city Put drug money way before these bitches Same niggas cookin' chickens turnin' it to pigeons Well me and you, I can tell you want the difference I can't go like that Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you Nigga like me, I can't go like that Nigga like me, I can't go like that Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap Nigga like me, I can't go like that If I wife a bitch, man, she better be a rider Cause the feds watchin', buildin' cases, got us tied up For a couple bricks you'll get you hit or get you tied up Only the family in my eyes, you can't divide us Got some old heads tellin' me right You say I'm snitchin', you just gamblin' with your life No baseball, my hitters goin' to strike The D-line open all night Friends, I don't do that shit If I fuck her, my squad, they goin' to own that bitch I'm gettin' money, that mean my niggas rich Still on the block, that mean I'm nigga rich I can't go like that Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you Nigga like me, I can't go like that Nigga like me, I can't go like that Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap Nigga like me, I can't go like that10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) I hope his ass don't believe that rumor I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em But I hope he don't listen to that rumor I turned him to a killer, oh-oh Turned him to a killer, oh-oh Turned him to a killer, oh-oh Turned him to a killer, oh-oh I gave you all I had and you just did me wrong I can't fuck with these hoes, they only like my songs You know we keep that Henny in the styrofoam And free my nigga Trell, I swear he bomin' home Locked up inside the cage, but it won't be for long These niggas talkin' shit, ain't put they people on You know what time it is, you know we equal, dawg I thought you was gon' ride, but baby, not at all I can't believe what you had did You really scarred a nigga, hurt me to my ribs The way I am, the way I feel Like it ain't too many that can keep it real I'm with the gang, they're used to pain This .40 can't help you, you need Novocaine Who ridin' for me? I don't even know One day it all gon' show I hope his ass don't believe that rumor I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em But I hope he don't listen to that rumor I turned him to a killer, oh-oh Turned him to a killer, oh-oh Turned him to a killer, oh-oh Turned him to a killer, oh-oh Ooh, this shit not right, fucked around and missed my flight I went to Tootsie's twice, like I ain't have no wife Opps said I'm ridin' 'round, they say I'ma die tonight They tryna put me down, I gotta keep my pipe But I gotta see better days, get a big check, gotta elevate Had to throw my cup away, everyday I was sippin' on a cup of eight Niggas wasn't with me from the start, niggas left me when it got hard And I had my bro with me, but he caught a body and he got charged He a killer, oh, pitiful, oh

Leave me alone, leave me alone Asked the streets could it be my Valentine, but they tired of dyin' They been killers since '99, oh, oh, they tired of cryin' I just wanna hit that road, I'm tired of flyin' Tryna file your friends' kids, oh, make tax a crime Umbrella-ella-ella-ella, ayy He a killer, killer, killer, killer, ayy Committin' crimes I hope his ass don't believe that rumor I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em But I hope he don't listen to that rumor I turned him to a killer, oh-oh Turned him to a killer, oh-oh Turned him to a killer, oh-oh Turned him to a killer, oh-oh (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Geraldo Liive on the track) Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie Lambo' truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci bedframe Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci headband Stroke her coochie, uh, bought a whoopie, yeah, a red Range Glocks and Uzis, uh, grab the toolie and spray everything Diamonds bling, Pinkie and the Brain when I'm switchin' lanes Cuban choker cost me a lil' change, shit'll never change Crip-blue Rover seats, they leather and suede, Young GunWunna paid Never sober, real Biscotti smoker, look like purple haze Me and Durkio, we in the A, watch that Lambo' raise You too slow, need to slide on on, I got road rage Money long, this a new two-tone, different watch a day Racks, I paid for her Gucci thong, keep you Gucci, bae Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie Lambo' truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci Gucci gang like I'm Lil Pump I'm ridin' 'round with some niggas who got the hood turnt She suckin' my dick, ain't give a shit, I wish she would stunt Designer smoker, smoke my own, I make Chanel Runtz The Gucci pants, I get 'em tailored, make it a lil' short Pitchin' pennies, shootin' dice, that shit a hood sport That shit (Gucci, Gucci) You want Celine, I give you these, nigga (Gucci) Gucci store text my phone, they say, "You need these" (Gucci, Gucci) I spent the night, I hit the cup, I fell asleep wearin' (Gucci, Gucci) Bro'nem call me from the trap, they say they keep playin' (Gucci, Gucci) When the world hear this song, they gon' keep sayin' (Gucci, Gucci) Ain't no Zara, H&M, I told you these pants Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie Lambo' truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci, Gucci3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Tre made this beat) (Ayy, pull up, Lam) I'm just tryna heat the crib up with the stove lights I'm just reminiscing 'bout my old life We was running 'round them streets in the cold nights Reminiscing 'bout my old life Some nights it do be feeling like you alone, right? Reminiscing 'bout your old life It be feeling you gon' die Certain shit ain't goin' right Mansion on the hills, long way from scales Steady tryna kill me, name ringin' bells

When you lose appeals, probably gon' tell You done poppin' pills, they probably give you the chills He lost fifty pounds probably in the mail I gotta hold 'em down, shout out to the jail Get hit up with some rounds, chopper make you frail Shawty want a Draco, he don't want Chanel Watch out for leeches, shootout, screechin' Ducking polices, moving strategic Voices, the voices, they say that I'm preaching Went through them courses, they really ain't believe me Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you call) Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you call) Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you call) Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you) Watch who you call your brother (Watch who you call) Watch who you call your brody (Watch who you call) Watch who you call your brody (Watch who you call) Watch who you call your brody (Watch who you call) What you was doin' with your profit money? I said you buy a nigga chain, they say you took it from him The same bitches tryna fuck the ones who shitted on me Wanna see the same nigga from back then who shitted on me Wanna see the family members who turnt up and shitted on me Wanna see them trap niggas who got money and shitted on me Wanna see my teachers said I won't be shit, now I'm shittin' on em I was too humble, now I'm cocky with that different money You was chose, you was chose Chose the right road, chose the right road Watch your homie Watch your Watch your homie, oh Watch your Watch your homies, nigga Watch your homies, nigga Watch your homies, nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Baby what's wrong with you? You make me feel some type of way, I'm on this song with you You say you gon' do this and that when I'm alone with you But when we link up we get nervous, boy what's wrong with us? You get this shit together, get it rollin' These bitches be all in my face but I ain't goin' These niggas be all in my face but I ain't goin' She want love and affection, Imma show it Yeah you be talkin' all that shit, you gotta prove it And I will do it If she let me touch it, shit I prolly will lose it Man this nigga crazy, got a few screws loose He must be off all that lean, with that movements Your favorite color yellow, I just sent you flowers When I'm not around you don't text me back for hours You fuckin' with a real nigga, heard you used to cowards Yo, hold on Hold up, wait a minute, though All them bitches been a joke I'ma put some real shit off in your life, I'm tellin' you DeJ we'll do that dance, forreal, you've been my boo back then Thought you had a nigga and you really was a fool for him I'm gon' have you where you need to be Don't flash your wrist at me Cause you know that it's more than that This really where I need to be The fans made memes of us Beyoncé was a thing for us And you know my genes are strong We can make a team of us Durk and DeJ Yeah, Durk and DeJ It sound good, don't it? You want a good woman If you want it like you say it, put your hood on it Only the family in my eyes, I'ma say it first Durk and DeJ, DeJ and Durk, whatever way it works It sound good, don't it? It sound good, don't it? Durk and DeJ Yeah, Durk and DeJ It sound good, don't it? Yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I been running with that street vibe I fell back off that love shit You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit I be with robbers like to mug shit I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me And this Rollie face a bigger bonus Hang with the killers homie Money hungry, getting busy

And the stick up homies So pick your poison It be so phony I got locked up, they couldn’t send me a lawyer My mama had told me These niggas ain’t real, niggas be actin’ like homies Screaming they gang, ain’t put in work, that shit be annoying Police scorcher, gotta watch out when you servin’ that corner What you know about late night in that trap, you ain’t make no dime, yeah Or telling your kids you gotta million, still ain’t make no time yet Or in jail for a body and the judge keep telling you you get no time back Or when you live in the trenches with the fame, and you live where the crime at Gangsters was our idols, we don’t believe in titles True to my religion, we don’t believe in bibles See one of my rivals, we don’t drive right by you Glock got a beam, clip stick out like Eiffel I been running with that street vibe I fell back off that love shit You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit I be with robbers like to mug shit I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me And this Rollie face a bigger bonus Hang with the killers homie Money hungry, getting busy And the stick up homies So pick your poison Hell yeah I hold a grudge These niggas ain’t show no love These niggas was nowhere to be found, I had low income How the hell I’ma pay my bills? I had no income I was always taught to fight, lil boy don’t ever run My daddy got life in prison,my moms said here he come And I was posted on that porch and he ain’t never come Yeah that trap going crazy inside them projects homie Got out early from the feds, lil boy don’t call my phone I put my life on the line for niggas who in line I used to chew on them xannies to get me through the times I used to believe all them rumors, it took over my mind And if I put my name on it then that shit is mine I been running with that street vibe I fell back off that love shit You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit I be with robbers like to mug shit I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me And this Rollie face a bigger bonus Hang with the killers homie Money hungry, getting busy And the stick up homies So pick your poisonEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> They hate all my niggas, they hate that I'm breathing Shoutout to my squad, ya feel me? OTF Gang Is it true you got shooters hangin' out the roof? I'm just tryna' to do what I spit in the booth Free Dada & Budo, shooters on the loose On the block earn stripes, squad full of troops Call Zoo, he be ready every time I do Shot clock but he ready every time to shoot Ops route for a diss I just give 'em shots I gotta chill cause the police posted on the block D-Thang say we hot but it's easy to flop I call Rod ‘cause he easy with mop Niggas hating, just give my prop Niggas say that I'm dumb when they see me with thot Boy I tell 'em like, I can't get better with bitches I’m so fed up with these snitches, smoke one for Pluto I'mma put grass in these Swishers And step on these pipes with my niggas, they killin' my pride Bitches, they killin' my vibe IG full of money but they askin' for rides Not me, ask one of my guys I kill for one of my guys, free bro from the drive Remember them days I was starvin' Empty stomach, no car, no money These niggas be tweakin' that's why I got shooters on dummy Let's get it! You want bombaclad war? hm? hm? You wanna ramp wit me? (gunshots) Come on me say! Me shot 61 people for fun! Who want test me? Come on, come on! Do you know who ya bombaclad ramp wit? You know me, I’m the original Jamaican dandatta!

You understand, Jamaican Rude Boy! Got Broski on point like Kyrie Don’t fear no man that can die like me I done dodged doin' hits I dodged my momma told me get out the Dodge, can't sleep I can't Ma', cause I’m in too deep It’s to the point where my niggas only came to me Fuck a homie cause a homie don't think like Tony Montana cause the chopper for shorty, ohh Lost J-Money and Tay, the shit happened I hated it No Drake, but nigga we made it Called Dede he ready, he slingin' impatient, got killers like Hatians I land in Miami, call Dada, we go and take off to Lil Haiti Got shooters on shooters that shoot to kill shooters, ain’t talkin' no navy Sneak dissin' on the squad, we send shots at that boy and Broski be facin' Pillowtalkin' to bitches, I see if she bad, but nigga she basic I ain't heard 'bout niggas, and I ain't worried 'bout niggas Street sweepers, hit the streets up, and Ion care ‘bout a nigga, let’s get it19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Tune up Sonic  You  ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon' die in the trenches? You ever thought it'd be your dawg when they described the witness? I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants To  claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege For  Pat I'll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him I treat them hoes with a lil' respect 'cause that could be my sister They  had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked 'em We catch an opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop fuckin' with Ashton Kutcher Funeral home, they extorted me 'cause I be paying for bookings Won't  send no hunchos to the county 'cause you be paying for pussy Could've went to college, but instead I'm in this van with hoodlums And that shit all facts I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga All these niggas tryna live my life, they don't know what I go through They ain't gon' do what they supposed to I had to get it out that mud 'cause we was pain and suffering And we was stuck inside the hood, we mix our Percs with 'Tussin I know a killer got in that jam, we call him David Ruffin And they didn't even use his statement, so he sang for nothing They had a bitch up on that case but she the lamest bustin' I fucked her but she still showed up at court, I came for nothing I appreciate my war scars, show me I came from nothin' My daddy got back off that L, like who get life for hustlin'? I'm still a voice inside the trenches, don't make me say it again DJ played the opps inside this club, he better not play it again See dissin' me and go OT gon' get your hood shot I can tell the streets what I been through just off my mugshots And that shit all facts I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga All these niggas tryna live my life, they don't know what I go through They ain't gon' do what they supposed to2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> She gon' be 100, hol' that muthafucka down (?) you how that shit go street nigga Know what I'm sayin'? She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it We don't go back and forth about private shit And she be on my block with all the packs and shit I got a street bitch I teach her all I know, she a street bitch She hidin' all my dough, she a street bitch She gon' go when I say go, she a street bitch See her friend and shit, I kick her 'round like Pam and shit And I can't stand that bitch, she tweakin' off them Xans and shit, And I'm the man and shit A hunnid like them cancers sticks Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit She on snap wit it, I'm from the back wit it She don't like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas Tell me who be all behind my back wit it In her DM and I'll (?) with him These niggas hoes, I'll slap niggas Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it Told her I be cheating 'cause ain't nobody perfect She held me down when I was locked up

She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up She crazy, she a pop up She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it We don't go back and forth about private shit And she be on my block with all the packs and shit I got a street bitch I teach her all I know, she a street bitch She hidin' all my dough, she a street bitch She gon' go when I say go, she a street bitch I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang Do more, talk less, never say no names Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways Whippin' work in the kitchen, call that gourmet Playin' with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny Every time he call me, pick up right away Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin' my way Bitches be tryin' it, I'm his homie, lover, friend You can't deny it baby, we thuggin' till the end Married to the streets, money in the rubber band Ain't nothin' like the D, I be tuggin' on his pants She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it We don't go back and forth about private shit And she be on my block with all the packs and shit I got a street bitch I teach her all I know, she a street bitch She hidin' all my dough, she a street bitch She gon' go when I say go, she a street bitch2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> How you want war and you ain't eating? What they gon' do if you ain't breathing? Bodies back to back, bitch we ain't even Bitch I'm in that pussy cause I'm so conceited Word around town that you sneak dissing Bullets must be blank cause they keep missing Face up on that flyer if you want attention You just want some fame boy you ain't in it Better get to ducking if my name's mentioned I hopped into that foreign, bitch I'm lane switching And bitch I'm OTF and I ain't switching Niggas see I'm hot and they want me gone I heard his ass was singing like he OVO Bitch go cop a Rollie not a rodeo And when we in the building it's a rollie show And I be sipping lean while they smoking dope War with us, they don't want war with us Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang No war with us, they don't want no war with us Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang And you can't hang where my niggas hang Cause where we hang all we do is bang No war with us, they don't want no war with us Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang Nigga talking 'bout that we got beef Know a couple shooters posted over East Broski got the 30 broski like to tweak See me he don't say shit but he go and tweet Put me in that jam I don't know shit He ain't have a hit since '06 Niggas holding weight, get they door kicked Spent 1500 dollars on these low kicks Broke niggas always fuck with broke bitches Master P with my shooters, they ain't go no limits You can't hang around me and be my co defendant Way broski flipping bricks he should be a gymnast A gymnast in the kitchen, we cookin, we cookin, we cookin, let's get it 808 in that clip go bang All white Panamera, cocaine If he tryna rob then we get his brain War with us, they don't want war with us Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang No war with us, they don't want no war with us Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang And you can't hang where my niggas hang Cause where we hang all we do is bang No war with us, they don't want no war with us Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I be off them drugs, dont I I hang with the thugs, dont I Just like the carpet pulled, dont I I be in the latex, dont I

I fuck the baddest hoes, dont I I do 30k a show, dont I So name one thing you dont like I can name a couple things, yo type, yeahhh Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie I Remember that summer Me and J Munna had no money Only thing that we had Was a dollar and a dream Some lean and that burner Take a nigga down For that 1400 Spend it on guns For all the opp niggas And i miss all of my niggas Spending nigga shit Tweak with my niggas (Wait) I remember Chino Told me they exposed you If you know me Can't a nigga hold you I'ma Shed love Like im supposed to These niggas dont owe you And i dont owe a nigga shit Ima let a nigga know how i roll 300,OTF is who im rolling with Pop out the cut We fucking shit up We do what i do Catch a opp nigga Now the block is named after you We dont lie on these tracks I'ma get money You fucking with me I'ma put that on jmunna nigga (Bow) I be off them drugs, dont I I hang with the thugs, dont I Just like the carpet pulled, dont I I be in the latex, dont I I fuck the baddest hoes, dont I I do 30k a show, dont I So name one thing you dont like I can name a couple things, yo type, yeahhh Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie Shady shit I dont like Shawty let me go and get a go light She wanna give me top and i dont mind I got durk and Chop thats more tight I go super hard nigga Dont I And dont like My gift is a gold mine Wait, ive been wanting this my whole life He can't talk he a broke guy I dont trust these niggas Dont fuck with these niggas Better watch who you fucking with There go Carlito on some other shit Beating up Chop beat on some drummer shit Told you motherfuckers it was over wit I drop bombs like a soldier bitch I love drugs, love rolling shit Niggas try to pull it ima open shit Call Lil Varney, Varney Scoping Shit Hey, I didn't flip motherfucker Still the same hip motherfucker 63rd, late for rent motherfucker Shout out folks He'll kill a motherfucker If you real, you don't gotta say your real motherfucker Shout out folks He'll will kill a motherfucker If you real, You don't gotta say your real motherfucker I be off them drugs, dont I I hang with the thugs, dont I Just like the carpet pulled, dont I I be in the latex, dont I I fuck the baddest hoes, dont I I do 30k a show, dont I So name one thing you dont like I can name a couple things, yo type, yeahhh Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah

Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I can't see your face, we talk through cellphone I salute you a thousand times 'cause you ain't said nothin' It hurt your heart when your kids keep telling you you a jailbird You don't complain when you don't get visits 'cause you'll get mail first You lost your guys, have your sentence and it still hurt Please don't think about the streets, put your appeal first Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real first Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real Durk, yeah, turn up When you was free, you had them AK Whoever think that'd you be passing out a state tray? And the squad was mad at Rio 'cause he ain't take 8 23 years, he surviving off of JPay And you ain't gotta send 'em money 'cause they stay straight Boona gotta do one more year, I know he can't wait They steady throwing Law in the hole 'cause he got a gang case And I be steady taking drugs to keep my pain away I done did so much time for my gun case Look in the mirror, all I see is my son's face And my daughter's and my mom's face The state came with a plea, get out of my face You my friend, not my family, it's a difference I know a killer who turned the city up, he snitchin' I know you did so why you tellin' me you didn't? But I know another killer who turned up as a witness Would say they name but I know that ain't none of my business You ain't tell on the gang so you say that shit ain't snitchin' Tryna throw up my gang, county scratch it out the picture Gave the police some guns so they can lighten up they sentence, yeah Y'all daddy love y'all, you gon' hear them talkin' shit about me I'm from Chicago, if you died then we didn't forget about you Fuck with the other side, not me, you can't forget about it I witnessed a war inside my city, they kill anybody I know a nigga who ain't did it, but he claimed a body Niggas got robbed from out of town who just came to party And why you decide to play with me? My shorties insane about me Your name ain't shit out here, I can name some people who really about it I know Coach Ball, he coached with Holland, tried to put him through college I started rappin', I dropped out of school, I had my first deposit I wasn't gon' finish anyway, being honest And I can't do no minimum wage, being honest Free all my dawgs who locked up Free all my partners who locked up Free all my niggas who locked up Free all my brothers who locked up Free all them killers who locked up All them real niggas who locked up Free them drug dealers who locked up 'Cause of Obama, they changed that one law, they gon' pop up2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Ay know what I'm sayin we real get back gang, this ain't no rap shit You know what I'm sayin, my side different from these niggas, you know? I told YoungBoy, this gon' be the perfect one Set us apart from these niggas, we finna set the bar, you know? Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride (Mmm) Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive (Mmm) Nigga better not come tweak on my side (mm) Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride (mm) Fuck who you is, give a fuck where you from Nigga ain't comin' around in dat North Fuck all that shit nigga I don't want talk Where ever we at we gon shoot it out I'm up in the hills and I just got house Come where you at know you stay witch yo dawg Don't shoot out the window hop out spill rounds Hit everybody we gon wipe him out Two of that lean 'cause I got a lil' cough I got 12 grams stuffed in a raw Whole lotta guns up in this fuckin' car Whole lotta fire ya we gon take em out You been talkin' too reckless yo business on insta I won't respond that ain't what I'm bout

Imma just keep it steady rockin' shows I'm steady keep on drivin these cars Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride (Mmm) Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive (Mmm) Nigga better not come tweak on my side (mm) Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride (mm) Lil' nigga, we used to roll with some older cats Had macs in the trenches like shoulder straps Shoot at me, on your head, put twenty racks Where your money at? Why you get over stretched? All my niggas off drugs, on stronger acts I just bought a brick and it cost a Patek And if I say it's smoke, then they know it's stacked My side, my side, that's Lamron From the part of the city, they scam hard You would sell your own momma heroin (let's get it) The kids that you raised they’ll blam some Ran off on the plug through a Samsung Feds tapping all the iPhones Goons lurking like a Plies song Get it right before you die wrong Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive Nigga better not come tweak on my side Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride (Mmm) Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive (Mmm) Nigga better not come tweak on my side (mm) Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride (mm)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Signed to the streets Nigga I'm signed to this money signed to my block Real nigga shit man only real nigga could relate to this type shit right now Free da guys free my real niggas I do this for my family they don't understand me No new niggas round me they don't understand me I do this for my crew I do this shit for you they don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me That street shit was getting hectic and them gun shots was getting reckless Rome introduced me to hector and I left my kinect naked Fo'nem behind four walls, I'll never forget about y'all, always pick up them calls Scream free the guys on my blogs Send money off to them books even if I gotta sell hooks Or go low on my features that 10 bands come in handy So y'all gotta understand me Ain't giving passes like manning ain't giving passes like manning Bullet burn through his skin like a tanning So this is for my loyal niggas no fuckery just loyal niggas So this is for my jail niggas get caught in that jam ain't tell niggas I do this for my family they don't understand me No new niggas round me they don't understand me

I do this for my crew I do this shit for you they don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me My vision ain't the same vision my livings ain't the same living See what you know bout being missing spending plenty weeks in them kitchens Spending plenty weeks in them trenches where shit get real, real fast Where you get killed fast without a plan you won't last See life you only get one Your dad took your ass done So live it up don't mess it up and give it up See I lucked up don't give a fuck I'm too up My crew up and y'all is burnt up Shooters shoot to kill niggas Goofies kill for names Real hittas hit to hit Fake niggas them niggas ain't got no aim I do this for my family they don't understand me No new niggas round me they don't understand me I do this for my crew I do this shit for you they don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me They don't understand me7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> AyeTM All them dawgs that watch yo' moves you gotta play 'em close All them drugs stacked in one crib, that's what get raided most I know one nigga who love to kill but he get faded first You say Nuski name in vain, that's who gon' get it worst Chasing who? Not chasing hoes, we chase the millions first I had them hoes in my DM when I had a Nicki verse I'll cash you out for a whole thirty, you gotta get 'em first You mix the ecstasy and Percocets, you itch the worst Some of my homies played back then, they know they still bogus Quiet as kept, that door still opеn And my niggas on what I'm on and I don't feel bogus My mind eighty percent in thе streets and I'm still focused Who gave me hope when I need it? 'Nine and 22, gave the streets what they want, got 'em thinking that they beefing Know what oppositions say, he quick, they think he Jesus Told him he the only one get a pass, that nigga believed us How you think you still real? You tricked up on your guys and shit How you think you still 300? You switched up on your guys and shit Letter to the opps, y'all niggas tricking on y'all lives and shit Big teeth and end up in the casket, make 'em slide again Went in for another bond but he got denied again Cory Brooks told me slow down, but it's my pride again Every time a nigga died, they'll blame my side again And every bitch I fuck, I tell her bring her side of friends Love me or hate me, bitches say I'm crazy, they don't wanna date me, oh Love me or hate me, I ain't grow up rich, so the trenches, they made me, oh I was finger fucking pistols 'fore I ever got a chance to go and finger fuck these bitches, oh I'm regretting how I was raised, all my niggas went to jail, I had to fuck with different niggas, woah Fucking fancy bitches, got her dancing with the stars, got it feeling like a groupie ho When I pull up in the trenches, they surround me by some killers, but I know that's how they do me now When I be saying I'm the voice, I don't be tryna like Tryna run niggas or tell 'em what to do or nothing like that I just feel that the streets'll listen to me And I'm saying that shit different, you know2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> The niggas don't know what the bottom feel like I want sum day ones, I want a couple of niggas too, you know Day ones dem the niggas I used to fuck, ya dig Yeaaa Shoutout to my brothas I just lost my nigga this summer First hundred thou', like look at this money I tell 'em all the time, who seen it comin' We really, really, really came from nothin' like I told my boys we rich forever I told my boys we rich forever Even though I do rappin', man we rich together I told my boys we rich forever You know what the fuck goin' on nigga YFNBC nigga Yeaa uh Ay I came from nothin' Caught sum stains as a yungin' I had to flip an onion Now might blow a brick in onyx My nigga B showed me the road, but ain't shit get funny

My nigga Nut said I got it now, why they take him from me I'm tryna face a fuck nigga, he had faith in a young nigga My heart racin', I gotta take it so I'mma make for my niggas You gotta crawl before you walk and have patience young nigga Yea, some days I feel like you waste a mil nigga So I'm fed up, killa keep on tellin' me keep my head up Four shows a week, a nigga way up So we gon' be rich forever, got my niggas forever, yea yea I just lost my nigga this summer First hundred thou', like look at this money I tell 'em all the time, who seen it comin' We really, really, really came from nothin' like I told my boys we rich forever I told my boys we rich forever Even though I do rappin', man we rich together I told my boys we rich forever Street nigga wit label money, free Charles, he stayed 100 See Nuski, they took 'em from me, free Glocks for everybody Just use 'em for whoever want it, 200 to California Hooded y'all on that corner, I die for this Arizona Appeal money for 10 niggas, can't say no I gotta get it Ain't got grammys but got grams Hit the road and go get it Dthang wit me, where his Number one sellin' urban I do it I like I do hits Losing niggas the worse BM don't want me wit cus She like my cup, she dirty But me, I can't change I tell her ain't that perfect I came from shit, I came from mud, nothin' You ain't blood, but we mud brothas I lost my niggas, I say fuck summer Go, ay! I just lost my nigga this summer First hundred thou', like look at this money I tell 'em all the time, who seen it comin' We really, really, really came from nothin' like I told my boys we rich forever I told my boys we rich forever Even though I do rappin', man we rich together I told my boys we rich forever3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Sometimes I get the urge to kill a bitch (Kill that ho) And I ain't even violent (And I ain't even violent) That's why a nigga gotta plead the fifth (I gotta plead the fifth) Sometimes it's good to stay silent (It's good to stay silent) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)(Let's get it) She steady threatening me with these court dates (I ain't scared) Unfollow bitches from my Insta (Stupid ass bitch) That's why I'm single like I am (Let's get it) And I'll never be a Mr (Can't wife these hoes) See my twenty steady breaking up my window So I gotta chill, stay low in these rims though Just how he hit it, he gon' make an example of me Shit, and I gotta case pending (Let's get it) Cause these hoes steady calling my ho Had this bitch steady breaking my code Is it my finger prints from my 5S Or one of my stuck up ass hoes? Hold up let me think, let me take a drink Cause I don't really know if no one care what a motherfucker think (Don't give a fuck) I'ma go crazy (I'ma go crazy), I'ma go crazy (I'ma go crazy) And nobody sane (Let's get it!) Sometimes I get the urge to kill a bitch (Kill that ho) And I ain't even violent (And I ain't even violent) That's why a nigga gotta plead the fifth (I gotta plead the fifth) Sometimes it's good to stay silent (It's good to stay silent) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) (Let's get it)

Out of all your friends you the best (You I choose) So I won't cheat on you for them that ain't my status (Hoe I'm sorry) Fucking with these broke ass niggas (They broke), don't know what cash is (Let's get it) See I just spent like twenty on a car, I got twenty in glasses What you mad at me for? Bitch stop tripping like you ain't never had it before (Bitch you had it) And you gon' give me that ass, one time you gon' give me that work Bitch get on my nerve (I hate that ho) I'ma fuck all your friends to get easy (Get easy), you mad why you tweaking? (Bitch) Should've told the judge you gon' let me see my kids every weekend I do it cause I'm rich, I ain't really gotta reason (I'm rich) I'm packing my shit and I'm leaving Sometimes I get the urge to kill a bitch (Kill that ho) And I ain't even violent (And I ain't even violent) That's why a nigga gotta plead the fifth (I gotta plead the fifth) Sometimes it's good to stay silent (It's good to stay silent) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) (Let's get it)26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> That street shit, I want it now I’m out here (why they ain’t around) They snatched me I can’t make a sound I just bought a chopper with 100 rounds That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy) That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy) That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy) I just bought a chopper with 100 round I Just bought a chopper, gave it to Numbanine Slipping up in traffic that’s a 1 to 9 I catch an opp on traffic Imma gun him down Posted up on normal on the summer time My block my block, you an opp, you get shot That drum beating like chop So get back or get that Now run up on me and get wacked, in other words get stretched And if Durk is here he’s gonna catch Headshot, fuck a vest that’ll traumatize him more Shout out to them O-boys, niggas snitching like ole boy Niggas ain’t say shit, that family shit ain’t mean shit If you snitch, then you get stiched That family shit ain’t mean shit If you snitch, then you get stiched That street shit, I want it now I’m out here (why they ain’t around) They snatched me I can’t make a sound I just bought a chopper with 100 rounds That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy) That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy) That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy) I just bought a chopper with 100 round Free my nigga mikey, he got bumped for murder Niggas paranoid and bro ain’t even worried Judge on his dick, so he used the jury I just hope they don’t throw him the jersey life Drama shit I finish a lot of shit, savage shit, poker face See a stain, I’m all in OTF we all win, niggas say we ballin Got them mad, got them niggas hating, got them frauding That drug money, I need it now I got these niggas mad, I’m around That drug money I need it now, I got these niggas mad, I’m around(Lets get it) That street shit, I want it now I’m out here (why they ain’t around) They snatched me I can’t make a sound I just bought a chopper with 100 rounds That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy) That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy) That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy) I just bought a chopper with 100 round8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Big Ze shit Zo shit, no ho shit Z's up 'til I freeze up DJ on the beat, so it's a banger Ayy, money hungry, I went to Beni-hundreds Ordered up a brick, they whipped it right in front of me I'm a brutal youngin, I'm out here road running Went to Benihanas, I told 'em no onion I be thuggin' by myself, I never need nobody I'm off so much molly got me creepin' through sideways Go and ask the streets about me, fuck what all the blogs say, baby

Jumpin' out with that woolie right in broad day, baby I was raised by myself, I don't need guides I was trappin' by myself in my Levi's So awful how you broke my heart Mmh, mm-mm-mm Yeah, they gon' shoot Yeah, this what they do (Tih, grah), hang out that roof Fuck everybody, that's my mood Bro want to cut with a MAC on him 2K for the jeans with the patch on it I was done with the Act, now I'm back on it Don't sub-tweet, just at homie, yeah Snitch a part of your charge Bad bitch give me a massage Lil' scammer, swipe your card Keep hammers, I'm livin' large My heart is forever scarred Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah I had dreams of being rich as hell Confused when you talk, can people tell? I'ma go trap with a digital scale I'ma talk pounds when they get through the mail Nigga might tell you not fit for the jail How you gon' feel when a nigga get killed? First time countin' a mil, got chills Back then, eatin' meals on wheels Die for the gang 'cause I know I will Made it out with no idea Shawties got all on in that club door 'cause they didn't ID 'em Shawty name never in that stuff, he don't go IG Niggas always talking too tough, nigga, what it is And I scream, "Free Boona," fuck what he did, yeah I was raised by myself, I don't need guides I was trappin' by myself in my Levi's So awful how you broke my heart Mmh, mm-mm-mm Yeah, they gon' shoot Yeah, this what they do (Tih, grah), hang out that roof Fuck everybody, that's my mood1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I waited for you I waited for you I know they gon' ride for me I know they gon' ride for me I know they gon' ride for me I know they gon' ride for me I cried out with no reply And I can't feel you by my side How can I not fuck with the niggas I grew up with Damn gunner hunters every time I see 'em Hasta la vista, nah 'cause I'm coming back I love to rap, I love the trap Mama tripping but she know I'm strapped The city want me dead, money on my head On nuski, I ain't scared, I'm going (To the crib) No cash so I had to steal nigga Ain't feel it was too real niggas Even nights I wanted to kill niggas Plenty nights I ain't even feel niggas Always kept it hunnid like a bread Gimme guns when I ain't had no sets Ain't been back since Ever since niggas on tricks, fuck 'em The streets on fire Gotta keep my pole on me My old homie told on me Keep my gold on me They'll kill me before they rob me But they know I ain't going homie They know I ain't going homie I cried out with no reply And I can't feel you by my side I cried out with no reply And I can't feel you by my side Grew up in the ghetto the hard way Pipes in the hallway Where youngins be turning to killers And killing these niggas in broad day Me? I went the smart way Started rapping for the large cake House on the hill Ain't worried 'bout a deal I'ma do it the hard way I'ma turn up for my real niggas And get money with my real niggas Since I was a young nigga They knew I was a problem

I'ma get money and keep it real I'ma get money and keep it real Keep it trill Fuck a deal Bitch, I'm paid Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm paid I just wanna keep it real for me niggas, man Everybody get this money, man So I'ma turn up with 'em I cried out with no reply And I can't feel you by my side I cried out with no reply And I can't feel you by my side I waited for you I waited for you7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Baby Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it Shawty squeeze in them jeans Touch her knees, make her scream I sip lean, I sip lean Gucci sneaks, shopping sprees Shawty, she my cup of tea Please, don't give up on me Lord, got me shopping rings, so cold And I think you know What you doing to my mind and my soul I popped a lot of pills, I freak you like I will She ain't let me miss no meal My feelings in it for real For real, for real, for real, for real For real, for real, for real, for real, yeah Girl, I'm so for real, the first time was a hell of a night I'ma spoil you for whatever, have whatever you like (Hahaha) I say I won't fall in love, but I was never so right I seen you fall in love with goofys, I was never yo' type I told my mom, you a make a hell of a wife I know they mad we live a hell of a life Trust issues, so confused It's me and you, fuck the rules I wanna suck your toes, baby, take off your shoes (Yeah) They say I'm nasty 'cause I wanna lick your ass cheek This yo' last chance, hit that handstand, make that ass dance Who yo man is? Off that Xanax, have some drug sex (Yeah) Durkio! All in your home Durkio! All in your home Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it Nobody understands why we love each other the way we do (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) But it ain't for them to understand We not out here tryna be relationship goals (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) This real, we don't care about none of that internet stuff

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) We don't care about none of that shade (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) People seem to always shade what they wish they had (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) We make each other happy (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) We keeping around whatever makes us happy (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) And why it makes us happy is our business Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret Can't Tweet Teyana corporate nigga lookin, so what I’m on I gotta Keep It Secret That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out Four birds in the trap like 4 wings at Harold’s with fries covered in mild sauce Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched Ask Marly Marl to get his shit back In Chiraq, don't come here You ain't from here? Don't come here! Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him 30 punch like Tyson Back to the rap flow, hot shit Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks Every city I go, got sticks Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks Say I'm on top now, no shit You can never say I, wife shit I don't even like shit I just pipe shit One night shit LA with killas and thuggers New York SlowBucks them my brothers A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger We go shoot shit up in public And they gotta urge to take Chiraq, look at the murder rate 500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48 I started rappin these niggas hatin' They mad as hell and I ain't even made it Only real niggas My niggas hitters They drilling shit with no conversation Got a hand gun shooting chopper shells You can try to run bet you won't make it You in love with hoes, I'm in love with money That's the only time you can catch me cakin' O-T-F we a empire We blowing up, It's a domination Got hitters for your hitters My niggas be with it Money on my mind so i gotta go get it Niggas want war? they can start, I'm gonna finish Gotta keep my shells no time for a witness Tweak with the squad that's bad for your business Guns like the army we something like a menace Mixing that lean I'm something like a chemist And I started from the bottom From the Rags to the Riches Snitching on the guys, you'll die, fuck stitches Got wholes in the tec, I ain't worried about glitches Straight from the gutter in the hood of the trenches Play with the gang, fuck wet, I'm gonna drench you Running this game first down, couple innings Got a motherfucking broom never did like witches (4x) Real niggas sign up Broke niggas band Bitch this Chiraq Where yo ten year niggas might fuck around and switch up

Where that twitter beef will get a nigga killed so if you talking shit, strap up Where a lot of niggas wanna tote the strap but when it's drill time they won't bust Got blood all on my loafers Them guns cocked for them roaches I'm turning up, making boss moves, got music all on Pandora This our year and you know it My cars came with a chauffeur We smoking leaves, no clovers And them fried niggas expose them My pistol on me, don't touch me Finessing game so don't trust me Them bullets hit him, they skinned his head Better thank God you got lucky Double cup, can't see the ice So you know my shit a lil muddy Christian Lewis about fifteen hundred So you know the bottle a look bloody OTF we the money team A couple boss niggas getting money Bro-ski yea used to torch the Opps can't believe they took Jay money Can't trust bitches, I know the game They do anything for that money Bitch this Chiraq, not the windy city Where we catch you off and it get ugly Six Hundred shit Man I really spit about situations I live nigga When I was seventeen I grabbed the seventeen And I took the block from my big niggas Its some niggas around me that act real But I ain't never seen one real nigga A lot of rap niggas around me signed Trying to turn me up so I can get bigger So it's fuck them You got a chain, better tuck it I was posted up on that block nigga It was war time, it was busting Niggas play that role on that Instagram straight cuffing Its fuck a bitch, I don't love her And if I love the bitch I don't trust her She suck me up with no sucker On six hundred no duckin Ain't sneak dissing on nobody But when I was in the field they wasn't, sucka Ride up on a opp's block And catch a nigga with they pants down Knew Lil Jay ain't want war I heard the lil nigga dance now Grew up in them projects Then I jumped straight on that block shit Ridin around with Cdai and Rondo they on hot shit Know a couple rappers that rap about it But they ain't never really shot shit Say they manning up and they bandin up Them card crackers get got quick Know a couple niggas that's down to ride For a homicide when it's drama time Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin' Leave his loved ones all traumatized One-fifty I'm really with it I'll drop his ass and then forget it I'm the man round my side of town Might see a bitch and forget I hit it I'm a young nigga I be gettin' money Take your bitch from you And these niggas don't get no respect I'ma stay 100 till I'm 6 under Matter fact I gotta keep it 150 For every nigga that's gon' come with me I'm on Roc Block with a new semi and a blue Bentley it do 160 Smoke a lot a of weed Like fuck kidneys, put a dutch in me Got a 40 on me, I don't trust any And if any nigga ever try to end me I'ma die shooting prayin' God forgive me You too busy hating you can't get no paper, why are y'all so silly? Straight killers I can call so many I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister, and my gun and Nicki I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food Shorties standing in the streets with tools Where I'm from we don't play no games Ain't no April fools, you will make the news Where I hang we don't say no names If you talk to cops I stay away from you Keep your mouth shut in them investigations You'll be out the station in a day or two Dedication and a little patience Lead to domination on my way to greatness Don't put yourself up in a situation Puttin' my relations in your conversations Shoot a opposition with no hesitation You get my position then you better take it Know some young bulls from a while back Tryna leave the game but they never made it I got old shit, killin' your shit On a couple tracks, I just never played it Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis Pussy nigga you don't want war

I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> And I got my feet up, drink tequila, I done made it, y'all Bro’nem caught a drug case, he got keys like he Alicia, y'all Why the ones you love'll tend to leave whenever you need ’em most? Even though we ain't got no bond like we used to, at least I call DA gave his ass charge, charge, charge, he beat 'em all Tried to turn himself when he got caught, but he couldn't see tomorrow I got dark angels, better hope the alarm save you I'm a devil wearing Palm Angels, gun hid under the car cable Tryna get that reward, ain't you? Sip lean, I pour maple You my dawg, but you swore I hate you Raw hoes, we give 'em facials The ones that ran'll still run We fell out and I still come I feel all these tears runnin’ Make me wanna kill something, oh Pass the water, rollin’ I pop all these drugs like I pop Ibuprofen I carry my gun 'cause I cannot be loafin’ I miss all my dawgs, I'm sorry I told him Why they think I'm lying? I carry my Glock inside my Tommies Why they think I'm lying? When I’m off these drugs, I'm feeling zombie Long way from designer, I used to be rocking Abercrombie Muslim, the school ain't never serve me salami 'Cause I was the baddest nigga, used to run around in the grammar school You turn your savage up and got a check, they gon' inherent you You gave him a chance and he came back, how he gon' get mad at you? And you damn near gotta go watch your back whenever they scared of you Wash your hands with that bleach, wash off that gunpowder Family never know what I'm doing unless my mama tell 'em And I was standing in that rain with a Louis umbrella Tell the truth, I'm not a goofy, but you got me jealous Police come, I stash the drugs inside my Perry Ellis I was sipping purple to the bone, I wasn't drinking yellow And I used to like to sip alone 'cause I could drink it better And I overslept for real, I wasn't skipping classes Pass the water, rollin' I pop all these drugs like I pop Ibuprofen I carry my gun 'cause I cannot be loafin' I miss all my dawgs, I'm sorry I told him (ForeignGotEm)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Ah, G Fresh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I be happy when I rush into them bright lights She gave a discount on her pussy for that fight night I'm makin' love songs to the streets, make sure my mic right Pop a Perky, Perky, bye-bye 'cause it's night-night I told my brothers I can't change with all this limelight He say I'm a snake, but that's the reason I say slime, right? I put baguettes around my watch, make sure the time right No face, make sure his casket closed, make sure he die right No, no, talkin' to the po-po's a nah-nah If he did, we comin' out the cut like ta-da Brrah, brrah, force from that Draco make him cha-cha Street nigga, I came from this concrete, this my block Lesson, this shit is a blessin' I came up from nothin', I keep on progressin' Reckless, I go off my actions You snitchin', you infected, you let they ass finesse it, uh-oh The streets will never be, the streets is not the same The streets will never be, the streets is not the same I talk about my past with a melody I made it out the slumps with a felony You let your homie die, that's what you tellin' me My unc' a pimp, he let me sit down on his leopard seats It ain't about me, it's about my kids, it's a legacy I'm goin' to trial, so my lawyer keep preparin' me I wasn't gon' grab that Lamb', but the streets kept on darin' me And I'll kill 'em niggas dead, they think they scarin' me Can't be no donor on my ID, that's important Do so much drugs, I know it fucked up all my organs I know a couple niggas died for they Jordans He a mass murderer, he tried to be like Jordan Expensive lifestyle, every day I'm spendin' your mortgage Looked at my past, like look at me now, this shit enormous Looked at my past, like, why I was walkin' 'round with a Taurus? Judge ain't try to clear me, I was tryna go to Bora Bora See this shit, this my lifestyle I just need a pill right now I'm so high, just turn the lights down I'm so high, just turn the lights down

The streets will never be, the streets is not the same The streets will never be, the streets is not the same I talk about my past with a melody I made it out the slumps with a felony You let your homie die, that's what you tellin' me My unc' a pimp, he let me sit down on his leopard seats1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Approach me right, nigga Gang, L Pour the drank I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink Gang Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk Pulled up to the trap, dropped me a load off Bitch geek when they see me ride with these doors off Wanna fuck with my chain taking her clothes off Pour a seven-with-seven, bitch I gotta doze off Rollie cost me thirty thous, make my jeweler proud Glock drum, move the crowd, opp pack smoking too loud New Mike's three-fifty, new yeezy boosts two thous I used to want one bitch, broski I got two now Strippers want these singles bitch, come dance for it Looking at my watch, bitch I paid bands for it And she want the Molly quick, Aiki got a gram for her Trap nigga with a lot of cash, and I'm paid for Pour the drank I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink Gang Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk Four Cuban links, that's a quarter mil', thats the Money Walk Little nigga tweeting on twitter, tell em let the Money talk I let the shooter bang it out, all that flexing ain't about Big money, big gun, big boss shit nigga, my bank account Millionaire status, billionaire focus Got a plug in the yay', I got bricks in a Focus I got plug like the socket, real plugs you can't stop it nigga Whenever we talk about money, mention me I'm the topic I been state-to-state, real estate, then I hit Privé I just ordered steak, in the ace, tryna' digest the hate I been in UK, getting the pounds, tryna hol it down Represent the town, tryna ride my wave, you bound to drown Pour the drank I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink Gang Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> This a Hood Famous production Go  Grizz Winners  Circle I still got family in the hood, this shit for real And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills Only  thing on they mind go and kill Told  my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills I  thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal So this is how it feel (Yeah), this is how it feel Niggas' vibes different, you even smile different I even fall out with the niggas that I know'll ride with me I  lost cousins to these streets, it make my high different I left Ikey around some pounds when the job missing I put my bitch on JetSmarter, she even fly different Thirty pair of Amiri jeans, I say my fly different Even though I'm rich, I'm still Lamron, so all my guys trippin' I know y'all miss me, I miss y'all too, but I'm out the Chi with it Whoever thought the bitch we slept around was scamless If you gon' cheat on him, don't cheat on him with the fellas

I'm around millionaires, I'ma change, let them tell it Everybody around me gang, we rebellious I still got family in the hood, this shit for real And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills Only thing on they mind go and kill Told my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal So this is how it feel (Yeah), this is how it feel A lot of nights I be smiling, but I still be so lonely DeeDee my roadie, so I'ma know how he feel if he lose his motion Nowadays, you ask a nigga for a favor, he gon' think you owe him Shit built in me since 2012, you play and I'ma show 'em They'll bust your brain, you think I'm playin', you better tuck your chain Nowadays they goin' off the murders, they don't go off names But let a nigga play with me, his life gon' go in flame They say I got some kids out right now that I do not claim I know I don't so, lil' bitch, chill, you steady chasing fame I'm tryna figure out why you squeal and got a big name Take my pain, my pain away, away, away, away I still got family in the hood, this shit for real And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills Only thing on they mind go and kill Told my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal So this is how it feel (Yeah), this is how it feel1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Taking it slow, feeding my flame Shuffling the cards of your game And just in time, in the right place Suddenly I will play my ace Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots Niggas talking fire hot It's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots Niggas talking fire hot To the top we're flying high Flying high, flying high, flying high I did two on my first case, next case 21, the worst case I was 21 when I really sing the birthday I know niggas die before they seen they 10th birthday Niggas talk to me about fire Told my niggas I'd be rich they called me liar And now they buyin' fame but get burnt playing with this lighter I come through late nights with this 40 and bright they night up They grabbed NumbaNine for a homicide Left me traumatized, now I'm screamin' fuck the other side Rider, grab the glizzy, I'mma slide 'em Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots Niggas talking fire hot It's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots Niggas talking fire hot To the top we're flying high Flying high, flying high, flying high Got a million when I bought a Ghost I don't date, I rather play the joke In that European riding with a burner If a nigga run up on me I'mma burn him Nigga make me love it first Nowhere to turn when niggas turn up 100 racks, bought 'em on the flyer 100 clip, don't play with that fire They caught Max for the seven five Left me traumatized, fuck the other side Chiraq, Southside with Durk Coke boy nigga till the dirt Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots Niggas talking fire hot It's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots Niggas talking fire hot To the top we're flying high Flying high, flying high, flying high15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Sorry we don't know you bitch Who you rollin' with? Free my bronem out the pen We been some killers since My block, my niggas smoking shit

That's how we rollin' shit We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money 300 who I'm rollin' with Called up bro we smokin' shit If we broke we pokin' him Act like you don't know this shit Sip lean to stay focus shit Fed my block with dope and pics Perculins with coke and shit Fifty shots we drummin' shit Fefe we don't come to them We see a opp we punish him Word to Nuski killer Word to Chino killer Word to Moski killer We know we gon' kill you You know we don't feel you You know we gon' get 'em They know we them niggas They know we them niggas Bang bro hoes we brothers bitch THF my brothers bitch Got caught on some other shit Throw out the case like Cutler bitch One night ain't no cuddle bitch Rex throw me a rubber bitch Can't go raw can't trust a bitch I can't take care of the kids Sorry we don't know you bitch Who you rollin' with? Free my bronem out the pen We been some killers since My block, my niggas smoking shit That's how we rollin' shit We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Foenem they be wackin' shit I ain't with that lackin' shit Carry 40s Macs and shit Ink his back like tats and shit I be up on racks and shit I do what's in my raps and shit Fuck a bitch off my IG don't post my shit relax lil' bitch Cali sippin' act' and tec I don't how to act with that I'm a G with this new K Like I'm with the alphabet Call up BJ from the pound no bake but he gon' make them cakes Late night drivin' on some boppin' shit Go out west with that Put them niggas on you Yeah they'll done you Can't go home late night cause I put them niggas on you Yeah, yeah OTF 300 nigga this the year Sorry we don't know you bitch Who you rollin' with? Free my bronem out the pen We been some killers since My block, my niggas smoking shit That's how we rollin' shit We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Guns and money Pow!5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> We don't love these hoes, I only want one night Then pass her to my bros, I only want one night These niggas lovin' hoes, I only want one night These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night

I only want one night I only want one night These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night Fuck the bitch and passed her, got on my louie glasses She just wanna fuck, I like my bitches nasty Bankroll shawty, ain't no need for cracking You need it when you done, you ain't gotta ask I turned her to an eater, can't worry bout no bitch We dont even need her, just one time with that bitch I'm right here in the spot, can't worry about no bitch 300, OTF she gone fuck off strength No sex, just neck, just pass her to my squad Free bro, free rex, for them boys I go hard You probably like the rest, we ain't like the rest I'm leanin' everyday like I like to rest We don't love these hoes, I only want one night Then pass her to my bros, I only want one night These niggas lovin' hoes, I only want one night These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night I only want one night I only want one night These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night Stacks of hell of bands, do the money dance She only got one dollar, that mean you gotta chance Everybody up, bankcount plan To do the president, she gotta do hell of friends Fuck alot of these hoes, wifing hoes, dont do those She thinking bout two nights, adios amigos That turn down for what, I'm turned up, turnt up Rob who? you crazy boy, don't get burned up Strip club going up, bro nem' pouring up Ten thousand ones, still bitches wanna fuck Stripper bitches eat us, I know the hoes eat us Black cards and visa's, foreign cars we keep coming by We don't love these hoes, I only want one night Then pass her to my bros, I only want one night These niggas lovin' hoes, I only want one night These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night I only want one night I only want one night These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap Then I wipe my eyes and then I pour a cup of Act I gotta check the strap cause bitches don't know how to act I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back, gang I gotta make it back gang, gang I gotta make it back gang gang I gotta make it back gang gang I gotta make it back gang gang Gang gang Trap house shooting craps and shit Why Varney got the Mac and shit Love her she'll whack a bitch While Tracy and them be wrapping bricks The bitch I used to call my sis I filled the lil hoe up with dick Now she call niggas her brothers but I know I’m used to it Gucci slides fuck her in the window while I'm serving pies Try to slide got this choppa on me and I leave him fried Homicide took his face apart he unidentified 50k up in my lawyer just in case they looking for me I can't stand the smell of that work That's why my brothers cook it for me 30k a show don't call my phone just book it for me Money in my hand that fast money fast money I ain't talking Wayne I need that Cash Money I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap Then I wipe my eyes then I pour a cup of act I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang I gotta make it back gang,gang I gotta make it back gang gang I gotta make it back gang gang I gotta make it back gang gang Gang gang All these niggas tweaking if you cross me you stuck I be in the city fuck nigga we ain't ducking shit All the real niggas street niggas they gone fuck with this

All the real killas trap niggas they gone fuck with this Head shot run up on Durk pussy better not dead rock What you gone do from that red dot Run nigga better have your gun that's on my son nigga We don't even tote 30s pussy we like drums nigga Every nigga round me they going to blow for me Tweak with me foe nem get in them grocery's I got the city how it supposed to be I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap Then I wipe my eyes then I pour a cup of act I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang I gotta make it back gang, gang I gotta make it back gang gang I gotta make it back gang gang I gotta make it back gang gang Gang gang1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> In this motherfucker smellin' like a hundred racks Smellin' good with this Bond No. 9 (Hitmaka) Hundred racks, hundred racks, hundred racks, oh my God Marii Beatz, turn me up, up It's all these diamonds on her 'cause she mine (She mine) Yeah I do this shit for fun (For fun) Champagne showers 'til she cum ('Til she cum) I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone) Wraith, watch, PCA drop (Turn up) Time machine the road, suicide the top (Top) Downtown parking lot, penthouse shot (Turn up) You just wifed a thot, she up but she not (Yeah yeah) I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry) I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry) You say, you say that's your mans, are you sure-y? (Are you sure-y?) He done told on the whole squad, no sorry (Turn up, come on) I just blew a big bag today on my diamonds (Turn up, come on) Everything too real, be honest Uh, uh, we be pushing the Porsche in the trenches (Skrrt) Came a long way hopping fences Cash, credit, shawty fix her titties But these niggas don't get it, ooh I just bet 100K on Floyd, oh (Cash) I ain't going if I ain't on that floor, oh 100K bust out the plastic (Turn up) 100K flood out the Patek West coast we hot in (JoJo) Fuck around, hide in the attic (Go, go) Uh uh, tell that DJ play this shit right back, uh-huh (Turn up) Young fly nigga, pick up where he slack (Where he slack, ayy) Too hot up in this club, get off my back (Get off my back, ayy) Don't wanna hit your cup if it's not Act, Act I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry) I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry) You say, you say that's your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y) He done told on the whole squad, no sorry Yeah, look at my wrist, that's a Patek, yeah Look at my neck, that's another Patek, yeah Givenchy sweats with a Moncler vest, yeah Fuck my ex, fuck all my exes, yeah She cut me off, so I fuck her best friend, yeah She hit me up and I seen a message, yeah Smith & Wesson, fuck a Tekken, yeah Hit his head then that's a dead man, yeah Hit his head now he a dead man, ooh Hit his head now learn a lesson, ooh I'm so blessed now, I'm a blessing, ooh You a dub now, I'm finessing you I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry) I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry) You say, you say that's your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y) He done told on the whole squad, no sorry It's all these diamonds on her 'cause she mine (Wow) Yeah I do this shit for fun (Fun) Champagne showers 'til she cum ('Til she cum) I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> B-R-U-D-D-A, my brothers V-U-L-T-U-R-E-S, my vultures You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm down to ride for my brothers, no Can't no nigga talk bad about my brothers, no

Can't no nigga send shots at my brothers, no And I ain't got nobody, yeah I got my brothers, yeah, ayy Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah If a nigga talkin' 'bout fightin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah My brothers B-R-U-D-D-A, them my brothers, yeah yeah My brothers, my brothers Won't trade on them niggas for nothin' Gave Ikey a strap 'cause he gutter If he was gon' stink me he would've VVS lookin' like sugar Young nigga, same bad bitch Flippin' on 'em, baby mama trippin' Took the crib and told her she was trippin' Hoppin' out a Taurus, nigga drillin' We was wild, poppin' penicillin Running hoes without no condom Mama rushing us to the doctor I remember niggas trickin' with Ikey Got 'em on the corner then I had shot 'em See you got it, watch who you be messin' with See, that's they problem Mud brothers, different mothers Not blood brothers but I love 'em I remember riding with the thumper It's like one love 'cause they love us I remember sliding on the lord Free Big Lord, that's my boy Before we used to FaceTime the opp Remember was callin' off them joints Said we gon' kick it, said we gon' catch it Said we gon' kill you, said we gon' stretch you I bet you I bet you, you was safe when I met you, huh I get killed, it's an inside job, huh You can't get close, only my squad (gang gang) Rest in peace LA, it's on my arm (yeah) Before I rapped I was on my own (I was on my own) Got my first gun on my own (on my own) Ain't have my first song on my own, it was us I'm down to ride for my brothers, no Can't no nigga talk bad about my brothers, no Can't no nigga send shots at my brothers, no And I ain't got nobody, yeah I got my brothers, yeah, ayy Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah If a nigga talkin' 'bout fightin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah My brothers B-R-U-D-D-A, them my brothers, yeah yeah Twin got shot, got his lick back, same day Varney got shot, now he can't walk, that shit lame I remember Pat crashed the rental Von got caught after bender Blocks, don't get caught After dark where I'm from Fuckin' ratchet hoes fun Remember hot flame across the quarter Remember hoes go and steal from Nordstrom's, ah-uh Fuck these niggas, they too clumsy Fuck these niggas, ain't got no money Older brother turned me junky Percocets in my stomach Ditched school, we thought that shit was cool Teachers said I'm a fool, now I got a crib with a big pool Now I got a crib with big guns Police come at the door, sending shots, hit the floor Sold coke on Green, two for the five on the green You won't survive on the streets, you see the monster in me No new friends I need, roll up the opps, that's weed Make your bitch drink seed, that's the nut in me Why you clutchin' nigga? you ain't on nothin' nigga Bitch say I'ma nut to nigga, they ain't on nothin' nigga Like fuck them other niggas, they not fuckin' with us We tuck them cluckers with us, coke and dope official, yeah yeah I'm down to ride for my brothers, no Can't no nigga talk bad about my brothers, no Can't no nigga send shots at my brothers, no And I ain't got nobody, yeah I got my brothers, yeah, ayy Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah If a nigga talkin' 'bout fightin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah My brothers B-R-U-D-D-A, them my brothers, yeah yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Lilah flip the beat, yah) I can't deny what I did with the bitch (Yeah) Maison Margielas, I got it from Kith (Let's get it) Different type niggas, they say that I'm different (Different) Fresh out a shootout, they hop in a Lyft (Yeah) Police came back when I went in the crib Ain't no denying, I know what I did (Let's get it) She can't deny what she did for the wig (She can't deny it) Call for a bitch just to swallow my kids (Yeah)

I done did dirt in the streets, I regret it You ain't got money, can't play with your credit I am an addict, I do not regret it (I am an addict) I gave him a gun and he shoot it like Redick Bad bitch, yeah, I got a fetish A hundred and five thou' just for the Patek Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it (Yeah) Off of them drugs, you boot up (Boot up, boot up) You run in the club, you shoot up (Shoot up, shoot up) I come from the mud, I'm too up (Too up, too up) They didn't show me love, I grew up (Grew up, grew up) I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much (Too much, too much) Look at me now, I grew up (Grew up, grew up) Look at me now, I grew up (Grew up, grew up) Look at me now, I'm too much (Yeah, yeah) Sports car, how is you cruisin'? (Let's get it) I give you my love, you abuse it (Let's get it) Your nigga ain't shit, he a goofy (He a doofus) Give him a check, he'll shoot him ruthless Look at this car, this bitch be zoomin', zoom Chk-chk, Metro Boomin, boom (Boom) Why say shit that you won't do, do? (Let's get it) I can't imagine going back broke (Hold on) You'll stay rich when you claim you poor (Poor) You broke my heart, but you claim you know (Know) It is what it is, you know what you know (Yeah) I am the realest, for real, for sure (For sure) If bro'nem gon' turn up with 'bows, let's go (Let's go) We can just never fall out 'bout a ho (No) That shit is lame, it hurt me the most (Yeah) Off of them drugs, you boot up (Boot up, boot up) You run in the club, you shoot up (Shoot up, shoot up) I come from the mud, I'm too up (Too up, too up) They didn't show me love, I grew up (Grew up, grew up) I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much (Too much, too much) Look at me now, I grew up (Grew up, grew up) Look at me now, I grew up (Grew up, grew up) Look at me now, I'm too much (Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Don't forget about me This bigger than money, this bigger than fame Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at Please don't take it from me Said I wouldn't change I'm still the same, and they love it You can hate me or love me But I bet you remember, I bet you remember Remember my name... They never remember I did time for a gun, that I never remember Did time with my son been delivered I cried tears, I couldn't show em my position No sleep in the hallways Me being me sipping lean with a 30 like always Couldn't afford trues now I sleep with Versace and Balmain Then I hit the streets with lights on Still slept with the rats and the cockroaches Lost niggas , I lost bitches, I lost time But I'm back on the block though Gang with me also but its bigger than money Every car is vellano They say I won't make it Now they favor, I got 20 to play with Grew up on Chicago South side, where you get killed if you outside And I made it out, and I'm outside Name hold weight like a motherfucker And I love my niggas like blood brothers Same niggas, same gang can't change on em War time, no movie, but I bet that clip gon' hangover Don't forget about me This bigger than money, this bigger than fame Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at Please don't take it from me Said I wouldn't change I'm still the same, and they love it You can hate me or love me But I bet you remember, I bet you remember Remember my name... Real street nigga, made it from the bottom Coming up as a kid niggas gave him nothing 12 years old knew I was a problem All I wanted was money and the fame Cars, cribs, and bitches wouldn't name I can't change for nothing in this world Lord blessed me two boys and a girl Two dead cause I lost to this world Crossed over like Flo Rida

Only my squad they both sliding Money and power they both riding Caught him and him and they both sliding Trap house, block party, niggas doing the same shit They got nothing And niggas try me and that Mac bust And they remember my name... Don't forget about me This bigger than money, this bigger than fame Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at Please don't take it from me Said I wouldn't change I'm still the same, and they love it You can hate me or love me But I bet you remember, I bet you remember Remember my name...11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh You different (Different) Got you some lil' money, actin' different (Actin' different) Thought my mind was playin' tricks on me, I'm trippin' (Thought I was trippin') And I always speak my mind, I'm so specific (So specific) I see this brother shit we doin', this shit ain't workin' (Shit ain't workin', no) God put me on this earth for a purpose (For a purpose, yeah) The toughest nigga in the room, they be workin' (They be workin') Like they'll turn me to snake, but it ain't worth it (Worth it, no) And I'll cut you off, ain't comin' right Night time, hungry, hold my tummy tight Can't repeat what I seen them summer nights They don't wanna see us come alive How the niggas who went Hollywood stay rappin' 'bout the trenches? Had to cut niggas off who was all in their feelings I told him cut his bitch off, seen her ridin' with them niggas And I find that shit crazy, they hate with who begins 'em Yeah, I'm so 10 toes, I'm who they fuckin' with Them niggas talkin' bad about me, tell 'em suck a dick I told my brothers that we blood, I don't know who my cousins And if you is, you hang with them, you know what it is I swear I'd go back to jail for all my brothers' kids I swear I'd go back to jail to see my brothers live Shoot you, then follow the ambulance, make sure you dead for real Your parents rich, you silver spoon, my family ain't left a will And we ain't doin' no sneaky talk, their ass had left for real And why he talkin' out his chest like he is made of steel? Them niggas ain't worried 'bout no shooters, them niggas made to kill I put my heart inside my music, I got pain for real Jackson lost his grandma, I got pain for him Made me call my grandma way more And since she changed my life, I gotta change yours You say you like my niggas, but I hate yours You different (Different) Got you some lil' money, actin' different (Actin' different) Thought my mind was playin' tricks on me, I'm trippin' (Thought I was trippin') And I always speak my mind, I'm so specific (So specific) I see this brother shit we doin', this shit ain't workin' (Shit ain't workin', no) God put me on this earth for a purpose (For a purpose, yeah) The toughest nigga in the room, they be workin' (They be workin') Like they'll turn me to snake, but it ain't worth it (Worth it, no) And I'll cut you off, ain't comin' right Night time, hungry, hold my tummy tight Can't repeat what I seen them summer nights They don't wanna see us come alive I had talent, you ain't believe me Then you tried to come around like this shit was easy When you not around, that shit like Mario without Luigi Put her in that St. Laurent, I took her out that Bebe Told my mama that I'm famous, see me on the TV And I gotta play for keeps, I know my vultures need me That Perky got me E.T., I got her suckin' weewee I know some niggas tear your face off, GP I elevated Had to go and take off, I never waited On God, I love your ass to death, I never hated And you ain't come from the bottom, you by the basement, uh Me and you was splittin' chicken wings from Harold's Chicken Me and you, goin' house to house for Thanksgiving Me and you, said the drugs give a strange feelin' Me and you, me and you, me and you Uno, dos, tres and, one, two, thee blessings Goin' to different cities, we don't ever check in All my shooters different, they gon' give us leverage You leave, you can't get back in I swear it You different (Different)

Got you some lil' money, actin' different (Actin' different) Thought my mind was playin' tricks on me, I'm trippin' (Thought I was trippin') And I always speak my mind, I'm so specific (So specific) I see this brother shit we doin', this shit ain't workin' (Shit ain't workin', no) God put me on this earth for a purpose (For a purpose, yeah) The toughest nigga in the room, they be workin' (They be workin') Like they'll turn me to snake, but it ain't worth it (Worth it, no) And I'll cut you off, ain't comin' right Night time, hungry, hold my tummy tight Can't repeat what I seen them summer nights They don't wanna see us come aliveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> On EmGang , Yeah , HopOutGang , JumpOutGang Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em , Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot , bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em Shooter shoot the shooter, you could meet the rugga Foe'Nem take his noodles , we only ate some noodles Member struggling stupid , we was never stupid D-Light going crazy , yeah yeah yeah Niggas tried to kill me , pussy you ain't there Niggas said we kin , you was never there You was making store , I was making bail Niggas smoking blunt I was breaking laws Never took a loss , I was repping L's Smoking Tooka blunt , Smoking Shondale Have a 40 on me , Opp been tryna kill I can't go like that, I ain't bro like that Rest in peace Nuski , why they score like that 40 city shit , I could tour like that Rap money turn it into trap Shoot Em up Gang , I be into that Drive-By Gang , I be into that I be in the streets while you internet , L Can't post up cause they'll ride on me Before the fame had the Mac on me Please try me , welcome mat on me (come in) Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em , Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot , bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin' Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em Robbers rob the robber, nigga ima problem Always kept a lama put it on my momma Foe'Nem with the drama, father god I'ma drop 'em Only reason not, pussy he a tell Only if he live, mean he gotta go Catch him off in traffic, pussy better blow We gon change the score, he gon be a post Niggas gon be gone, while we do the most Streets say I done went Hollywood Bitch I'm OG Bobby Johnson Good If it was me, bitch you probably would Rapping all about the gang shit Last time you was in the hood, huh? (Answer that) When the last time you was in the hood? Pussy I'm a B.O.N nigga, I don't fuck with none of you niggas Shoot a nigga in his shit, cuff a nigga face up Bitches wanna talk shit, in the trap I bake some Niggas talk about robbing, bitch ain't never take none Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em , Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot , bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS>